"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
— Eckhart Tolle

Friday, February 18, 2011

lubricious-men-frogs-and-loons big tent poetry #41- what's in a name

A flock of loons glide low
across the lake
I am mesmerized

Wishing to spread my wings
joining them on their journey
A loon lags behind
so I may touch its wings
to feel the sensation
of freedom
Morphed
we may
become
one
Men and Aves

As he picks up incline
joining the others
in their path
leaving me behind with
silent frogs dancing
in the grass
Posted by flaubert at 2:05 AM

34 comments:

  1. nanFebruary 18, 2011 at 5:37 AM

    Magical and whimsical. I enjoyed this one . . . especially the ending. Silent frogs dancing in the grass. Great imagery.

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 18, 2011 at 7:10 AM

    I love where your imagination took you here.

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  3. annell4February 18, 2011 at 7:47 AM

    I found this a beautiful image, and we dream....and we touch...we fly!

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  4. KellyFebruary 18, 2011 at 11:15 AM

    Loons and frogs... flying and dancing - wonderful contrasts, Pamela.

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  5. mareymercyFebruary 18, 2011 at 11:32 AM

    You really have such a good ear for language!

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  6. flaubertFebruary 18, 2011 at 12:52 PM

    nan thanks and I know this title is
    strange, but I could see me writing
    more poems to fit it.

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  7. flaubertFebruary 18, 2011 at 12:54 PM

    Viv, for me writing is much
    of my imagination. I tend to stay
    away from real life situations.

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  8. flaubertFebruary 18, 2011 at 12:55 PM

    To be able to fly, Annell, would be a
    wonderful thing.

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  9. flaubertFebruary 18, 2011 at 12:56 PM

    Thanks Kelly:)

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  10. flaubertFebruary 18, 2011 at 12:56 PM

    Twitches, that is a very nice thing to say.

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  11. Julie Jordan ScottFebruary 18, 2011 at 2:08 PM

    I don't know why I felt so sad at the end. and I did. Left alone with frogs. My lips droop at the thought. I imagine myself coming alongside you, stroking your hair, offering you some warm tea to sip.

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  12. flaubertFebruary 18, 2011 at 2:24 PM

    Tea would be nice Julie:)

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  13. RJ ClarkenFebruary 18, 2011 at 3:20 PM

    I always hear a symphony when I read your poetry! Each time, there's a new, undiscovered movement - and each is a treat. -a silent frog, dancing in the grass...

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  14. flaubertFebruary 18, 2011 at 5:02 PM

    How very nice of you to say, RJ.

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  15. ireneFebruary 18, 2011 at 10:23 PM

    A wonderful trajectory to follow, Pamela. I love how frogs appear unexpectedly.

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  16. Joseph HarkerFebruary 18, 2011 at 11:54 PM

    Reminds me of the Metamorphoses by Ovid, very nice. :)

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  17. Madeleine Begun KaneFebruary 19, 2011 at 2:27 AM

    Very nice. I especially liked the silent frogs, etc. ending!

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  18. AnonymousFebruary 19, 2011 at 4:30 AM

    I enjoyed this poem - really felt almost part of the flock, for a moment.
    Thanks.
    Matthew

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  19. Tumblewords:February 19, 2011 at 9:30 PM

    I'm thinking this will be one heck of a book!!

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  20. Fiora D'MestiereFebruary 19, 2011 at 9:38 PM

    Moon and Aves -- lovely.

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  21. barbaraFebruary 20, 2011 at 7:23 AM

    The birdlady of the lake?

    I like the idea of a book of morphings. Okay, you wouldn't stick to just that aspect, but that's where it takes me.

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  22. RethabileFebruary 20, 2011 at 5:38 PM

    Thanks for the trip. And I picked up a word (I didn't know) along the way.

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  23. CathyFebruary 20, 2011 at 8:24 PM

    I know that feeling! Great poem

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  24. DJ VorreyerFebruary 21, 2011 at 9:30 AM

    Love those frogs at the end - and that would certainly be a title that would catch the eye in a bookstore!

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  25. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:16 PM

    They did just show up, Irene:)

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  26. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:17 PM

    Thanks Joseph, that is exactly what I was thinking;)

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  27. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:17 PM

    Thanks Mad!

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  28. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:18 PM

    Nice of you to say, Matthew.

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  29. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:19 PM

    Thanks Susan, it is a title I used
    during RWP.

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  30. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:20 PM

    Not a bad thought, Barb.

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  31. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:21 PM

    Thanks for visiting, Nancy.

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  32. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:22 PM

    Rethabile, which word was that?
    Thanks for commenting.

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  33. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:23 PM

    You do Cathy? Thanks.

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  34. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:23 PM

    Donna, I believe you're right,
    folks would wonder.

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