Tree Frog
Up the window pane it creeps
Sticky suction, tacky toes
The bright green frog who’d rather be
Other side, outside, leaping free
And who will see and who will care
And who will hear the silent grief
The flapping wing of frantic bird
Or butterfly indoors
A thousand moments of despair
No solace found and pain concealed
Between the lines, the words not said
The love forbidden, held in hush
In one bar rest, in stoic silence, comma, stop
In colon, dot and dash
Before the window’s opened wide
Emotions’ sweet release
An elegy, a symphony
A captive soaring free
August 26th 2009, Hounoux
Absolutely. So many times I experience the 'cage' effect of an inner world. I love the image of the window, how strange that I took a photo of the open window and view from the back bedroom on my last stay to use as my screen saver at work! I felt sweet release may be more helpful than visualising a Jackson Pollock moment!
ReplyDeleteThis poem connects to the previous one- Home Leave, - and the connection is the silent unexpressed emotion. I know you will relate to that for many reasons Jude- as do we all perhaps, or especially the female of the species! I often feel as if I am amongst a group of people where half are holding in emotion and the other half (guess which gender?!) are blind/ deaf.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful! So much emotion inspired from a little frog!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Kathryn and especial thanks for your own wonderful poem!! Was so thrilled to get it and very touched indeed
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