Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here.
My husband and I love to sit on our lanai on warm evenings and listen to the frogs sing in the pond in back of our home. To some their croaking may seem overly harsh and loud, but to us it’s what my husband calls a frog symphony — though sometimes it’s more like a quartet as in the photo.
The poet Robert Bly captures that beauty in this poem titled The Frogs After Dark. What are the sounds that make your soul leap?
Remember, we read poetry together here for the pure pleasure of the experience. There are no quizzes, no right ways to read or contemplate the poem we share. Absolutely no dissecting allowed. Just come along for the “read.” What line, word or thought will you carry with you this week? If you’d like to tell us where the poem took you? We’ll listen.