The frog proclaims unabashedly
Within hearing of everyone
He brags that he has paid his dues
And did it even before the last hour,
Paid much more than what was worth
Every bit of what was owed and more
So, he held his head up high
Nothing else matters now
The day is a mockery for him,
Beneath an imagined sun,
Basking in delight in a shrouded glow
Owning the dark of night,
The cold of the puddle,
An empty inheritance in creased parchment,
He now croaks his incessant boast
In a pond where day refuses to come
it reminds me of a story i read and when i was little. a frog was proud and believed it was the biggest thing in the world. one day, one of his friends saw an ox and told him about it. he couldn't believe that so he kept sucking air in to make himself bigger until he exploded. haha.. that's what it reminds me of
The word, 'smug' has never come into my mind in regard to frogs. It does now. A wonderful metaphorical write. Warm regards, Sandra
I think there is a future for this frog in politics! Great poem.
Way to go! But the site insists that I write at least 50 characters so way to go!
A well observed piece, good use of metaphors, thanks, 10 Lynda xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very personification of words lovely imagery painted...meaningful write...10++++