Reaching Out
Introduction: This poem is a little strange I admit.:-) It is about a frog. A puffed up intellectual "Christian" frog, who is completely enamoured with his own personal introspection, and his own spiritual conceit till a child suddenly brings him back to reality. Since the frog has it backwards, the poem is writen backwards as well. |
Reaching OutIt was a large wave that made him stumble, Warming the very fibre of his being. Then rising in rivers it spit him quietly to the shore. No ! Not the shore, I dont like it any more. The sun glowed so warm, The soft wind so comfortably numb, The trees with leaves both dead and young , Reached out for their new found lost one. "Can't you feel? Try moving your arms, Dont you speak?" The frog stares, and sees eternity. A million miles and deep into the earth. But speak he could not; or, he would not, Be silent, and rest in peace. Staring back at the reflected water, He sees only clouds deep in space. Blinking, returning from his reflection, A child throws a stone in his direction. rh <-----------> `~(:-{> |