Fire roars
in the hearth,
waxing gibbous moon
rises over a chilling
chorus of croaking frogs.
Originals are better than remakes.
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- Pat Paulk
- 2009! 57 years ago in April I was a 2# squealing baby boy. Got a wonderful tan in an incubator. Made friends with plastic tubing, needles and tape. All of which I have zero recollection. I've been well watered and fertilized over the years, and grown quite ripe. Plastic tubing, needles and tape are catalysts for flashbacks without the buzz. Enjoy!
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18 comments:
gibbous has always been a favourite word of mine
were those frogs outside - or in your head :)
I have never heard the word gibbous before ... so I did look it up ... and one can imagine the roars of your fire and the beautiful sight of your gibbous moon.
Nice feel to this ... one for the armchair ... pulled up against the fire.
:o)
Outdoor fireplace? You've juxtaposed some of my favorite things in this. Sometimes faux is nice. ;-)
u change ur color , nicee.
good poem
if winter comes
can spring be far behind—
well, far enough
Faux spring sounds just perfect. Like faux pas. My haiku come out of me, croaking, regardless of season, quite a mess. Can relate to that!:)
Wow, I like the new colour of your blog. With this poem, I had to reach for the dictionary!
Spawning something unexplained....
one of the few i didn't have to reach for the dictionary :)
love the images and the feeling they convey!
oh, and love the new colour, too :)
I find the croaking of frogs to be comforting.... plenty of it here ona damp texas summer night!
Beautiful image. It's not something familiar here at this time of year but it's a reminder of warmer days ahead. :-)
nice write.
Sounds good to me -- it's 20 degrees here right now -- I think my feet are dead. I can see them, but I can't feel them. :)
nice poem, and it enhanced imagination.
Floots, they were definitely, I think, outside...maybe.
Trinitystar, I do love a roaring fire on cold nights!!
MB, I agree!! Sometimes...
Thanks Kai!!
Bill, I keep looking out my window, but I don't see the end of Winter's parade, yet.
Thanks Borut!!
Joyce, I'm lost without mine.
Gautami, never want to give a full explantion.
Thanks Polona!!
Nina, I felt like these little guys were actually singing their death song, as they popped out of hibernation in the middle of Winter. But, I did hear some yesterday so at least some survived.
Vaughn, only familiar here because of the unusually warm weather we had earlier this month.
Thanks Mandy!!
Andrew sounds like you need my fire.
Pink ginger, thank you. always glad to enhance!!
Croaking frogs or a roaring fire..those sounds bring up different emotions, though both are sounds I enjoy. Maybe frogs in the summer and fire in curing the cold nights.
warm and satisfying!!
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