Treasure Island

Heidi Fiore


A Frog Named Jo


It must be nice, being a frog on the side of the road.
At least you are more appealing than a toad.
You sit in the grass that matches your jade scales
It seems as though flies fly to you, compelled
To be your delicacy, to be eaten.
And the flies appear gladly beaten.
And all seems in this natural scene
So peaceful and so serene,

And in our cruel world, that is what we see,
‘How Happy ore' others some can be'
But the point that we miss in all of this beauty,
Is that the world is not just for ‘me'
I may have my hard times, and so will you
But somewhere else in the world, someone is suffering too.

Now, as we leave this simple frog to its seeming life of bliss,
We don't ever look back, for it is not something to miss.
This frog had no connection to you
So why should you care what next it will do?

From this place, the frog could be snatched up by a bat
It will feed the bat family, and that will be that.
For some object of little acknowledgement from you
Is now something permanently lost from view.

But that frog could have had a family of its own;
A life, friends, a job, a home.
It seems foolish to think of these characteristics of a frog on the street,
But is it just as foolish as thinking of the people you meet?

All day long, many lives collide,
But we make sure to stand to the side.
In life, we never know what will come next,
All we can do is give every moment our best.

Submitted: Monday, April 16, 2012
Edited: Thursday, September 26, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

So, this poem was actually inspired by an encounter I had with a frog. I had been having a really bad night, and I was really struggling with my purpose in life. I went for a walk to find a place to do work, but mostly to clear my head, and along the way I almost stepped on a frog. At first I couldn't tell if the frog was dead or alive, and I began to feel sorry for it. For some reason, I was really tormented by the thought that this living creature - a creation of God could be dead, and it wouldn't be missed. I slid my foot very slowly and carefully towards the frog to see if it would move, and when my foot was only milliliters away, the frog jumped up and landed on the little road in front of me. Then, I felt even worse, because I was afraid that I had forced this frog out of a place of safety and into the street where he could be run over, so I tried to coax it back on to the grass. I don't know how to tell whether a frog is male or female, so I just decided to call it Jo, because I figured it was a good neutral name, so I spent a few minutes trying to get Jo back onto the grass, but then i just sat and looked at him, and I realized that what happened to him next wasn't important, the important thing, was that now, he definitely had someone who would be thinking of him, and thus, his life was not in vain, and I think that that is all anyone can really ask for. We can't plan what tomorrow will be, or ten years from now, all we can do, is be proud to be ourselves in the moment, and to leave a loving memory with others.

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  • Saadat Tahir (5/14/2012 2:06:00 PM)

    You left me speechless! …but hey: I won’t be daunted... :)
    Here goes.

    Apparently simple and everyday poetry rubbed on to contextualized deep psychology throws out shimmering lights like the aurora borealis….shimmering and iridescent like otherworldly fires.
    Like the silent tremors of a volcanic magma gathering force it has a Force Majeure that leaves little wrangling space for a critic.
    Purely from a content point of view the rhymes work well, it is fluid and exudes musicality…I could see little Mougly the man cub dancing in the back ground, Kaa’s soliloquy of serpentine syllables.
    Ya! .... I am sure Rudyard Kipling would have given a bemused nod or two…. :)
    And the real riot is when the poem is placed on the touchstone of context….then it glimmers unparalleled like the mountains in Mackenna’s Gold…..music to the soul. Grand, awe inspiring and mega scale…

    A beautiful write
    You can be rightly proud of yer lines

    Blessed be (Report) Reply

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