PORCH
Sitting on the porch tonight, tired, escaping day heat
in the dusk before the dark, there are no long shadows
to prop up barns and trees and fences. It is quiet
and the lastlight of an arrogant relentless sun has
had the decency to blush before shutting down the day.
Then night’s hidden tree frogs begin noisily demanding
that I listen to them sing their extended version
of the history of the world, in four thousand fourteen
chapters... tonight... in unison ...before the farmyard
morning explodes into yet one more fevered day.
And I do, until the middle of chapter three thousand one.
When I realize it’s true that in these hot dry moments,
with the defeated quiet of a starful country midnight
(and in spite of an unfamiliarity with Froglish), I, in fact,
do understand their hallelujah history of the world
A contest entry
- I just want your personal best. by disparate.
900 points, ended February 20, 2007, 55 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I love the lines, "and the lastlight of an arrogant relentless sun has
had the decency to blush before shutting down the day." They stuck to me, the image of the arrogant sun, setting.. blushing, red I imagine. The sky is so beautiful at dusk, especially in the country when you can see and hear it all.
The thoughts and smells and sounds we just let take us away.
I've always lived in small towns in the country, and one of my favourite sounds at night was always the frog chorus. As soon as the sun began to set, they'd start popping up, chirping here and there until they were all there doing it.
The memories this incites.. I liked the layout of this poem, the images it created. Fantastic.
Thanks for entering and best of luck.
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This was very descriptive. I really likedd it
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Most tremendous
wow, loved this piece, shadows propping up barns and trees.and the frogs singing the history of the world.
very cool
and nice choice in wording.
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Thank you
I appreciate your taking the time to look at this poem and comment. Sincerely, Carole Dwinell.
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