A Bullfrog Evening

just a small silly slice of life in the country... expounding

A Bullfrog Evening

Swimming out, this evening, the water glides
   over my form, like I imagine an unmet lover’s hands.
I revel in its caress, and shiver at the chill.

The surface breaks like glass, but smooth, and the moon
 rises as witness, larger than life
        Venus winking from her veil, Mercury laughing.

Fireflies flicker in recognition, too.
      I take it in, doing my laps, my body suspended, my mind
  floating gently, expounding on beauty and truth, solemnity incarnate.

Then I see… my silly wayward cat, who followed me out here
        like a lost puppy, and is now…
trying, and failing, miserably, to catch bullfrogs in the grass.

and, it's the funniest darn thing I've ever seen, somehow.

I cannot help but be reminded, of the duality:
      Sublime co-existing happily with the Absurd,

both put here for us to ponder evenly, I guess.

and I’m not sure which is winning on this
        evening of light and love and dreams, outside.

and in the house- unwashed dishes await.

as squat frogs outjump my cat, like dreams we cannot quite grasp.

    Isn’t it all just plain maddening sometimes?

 

Author's Note

just something fun... sometimes we forget to laugh ourselves silly at little things, you know?

Reviews

[Vesa Lee]

I love this!
This happens to me so many times as well.
Here I am pondering the great complexity and beauty of life, when suddenly I'm called back to the present by an often mundane or comical occurrence (i.e a four year old running past me naked as a jay bird).
And people say God doesn't have a sense of humor...*smile*
Thoroughly enjoyed reading your thoughts on life as always.

[raining]

...who sees the frog jumping... i mean is the humor somewhere out there ironic, happening to us? or is it our own readiness that springs out of us... and what diference does that all make anyway...

we were doing "group" last night, a very "serious" group, when someone beltched, and then another farted... this kept up until all were screaming with laughter... what this has to do with the fine art of poetry i cannot say. but i can immagine the frogs and the cat could understand.... thanks for the poem, raining.

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Marie,

Expound away. I like your marvelous ramblings.

Very calm and serene. Ah, a lovely evening swim under the stars with Venus and Mercury looking on. This is early evening, of course, since Mercury is still up, but the sky must be still reddened a bit with the sunset. A wonderful time still partially bathed in the suns fading light.

And then the darn cat and the dishes. Well at least the cat is amusing, but those dishes offer little to amuse or warm the heart. So stay in the water a bit longer and try to recapture your feeling of easy existence as the water moves smoothly over your skin and the wind blows warm and mellow.

Greatly enjoyed. A wonderful piece of the countryside.

Best regards,

Rick