I fell in love with a frog,
who was sitting alone on the banks of the Nile,
mooning over the premature decease of his beautiful wife.
He was sobbing his heart out,
his lips convulsed with woe, dripping emotion,
his chin atremble, the words buried in a raven black but deafening silence.
I instantly knew he was the find of my ultimate search for love.
A bathos unknown to those seeking earthly pleasures,
a poignancy knocking vulgarity off its temporal pedestal.
My dear love, dearest of all other loves,
my love for this frog, please become a wreath
a halo, a redemptive power to soothe all pain
Thank you so much for your wonderful words. What a great way to start my Monday! Be blessed
I feel emancipated by this wonderful poem and tend to imagine how your love consummate in the sensual inevitablility…I imagine you enjoying the conjuring conjugal pleasures with your beloved….
A frog sitting alone on the bank of Nile. He lost his love too and his thoughts are inked with your embracing pen. Beautiful sketch on the tragedy of life. Thanks for sharing. Regards.
An insightful metaphoric piece of poetry elegantly brought forth in good diction with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Sofia.
Thank you, BIll. I feel humbled by your comment.Athenian hugs, Sofia!
Thank you kindly, Bill! Your comment is immensely appreciated! Hugs from Athens!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great metaphor with sublime poetry..............I enjoyed it. We all are frog by nature, we jump to conclusion very fast, we jump of material things and stick to it...........Awesome title.