Celestial Soup

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Swamp frogs
Hurtling spinlets of sound
Pulsating forest
Shifting sheen of shine
Dipped for maintenance
Algae garnished kettle of the goddesses
The snail edges toward her fate
Carrying the memory of an explosion
Of God's evolutionary creativity
Like a punishment for a past life
Slick and eyeless
Life ruled as all are
But by what
By whom
Cypress stands and Spanish moss
Suit the snail
Sends shivers up its shell
Dazzling rushes of emotion accompany
Every laboured motion across a rotten hickory log
Bubbling excitement,
The very essence of its existence
One last, glorious plunge into the adventure
That is every moment of a snail's life
Quick shift of a clear eyelid
Over the frog's eye
Slow roll back into focus
Shield retracts
An entity
A space between hunger and survival
A moment between existence and death
A crossing in fates
Taking position in time and space
It's lifespan
The life of a circumstance
From its birth at the point of inevitability
To its death at which time
The history of a miracle is born
Fat frog flits from his pad
Plunges into black swamp broth
Mud bullion, spinning through space

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tazz317tazz317over 11 years ago
FROM THE PRIMORDIAL TO THE PRESENT

too many cooks still spoil the broth, TK U MLJ LV NV

LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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Frogs and snails, perhaps puppy dog tails? Is this the vision of a little boy? Just kidding. Just a little life in what could be likened to a modern day version of the primordial stew.

LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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Frogs and snails, perhaps puppy dog tails? Is this the vision of a little boy? Just kidding. Just a little life in what could be likened to a modern day version of the primordial stew.

Maria2394Maria2394over 19 years ago
I "ribbet" LOVE

frog poems and this is a good one, really enjoyed the read :)

AnonymousAnonymousover 19 years ago
Oh wow!

This is wonderful, where have you been? Where have *I* been? Okay, now I see this is the first you've posted. Two words - more, please!

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