the frog choir stills
and the symphony of the dark ceases
as the cricket conductor drops his baton
they, too, are caught inside thoughts deep and mysterious
Star twinkles are muted
the moon, a shy slip of blush pink,
dips behind the clouds
wind slumbers and the world, this one nearby,
is strange in silence yet improbably beautiful
ktn © 2011
36 comments:
nice...the frogs and the cricket make the night but when stilled yes all the more mysterious...thanks for the beautiful scene....
Love this, Talon. It's a scene that could be straight out of my imagined hedgerow. The photos are, as always, every bit as magical as the poem. Thanks.
Hi Talon .. good to see the moon appearing elsewhere .. we could have the gull baton down here - but I honestly think it's 24/7 gull conductor mode! Never stopping .. it's blissfully quiet when they do ..
Love the poem .. a shy slip of blush pink ..
Great - have a lovely week .. Hilary
"the world, this one nearby,"
^^^ LOVE that!
Are my eyes playing tricks on me or is the moon really resting on a pillow in this beautiful and lazy summer night?!! :)
Warm, quiet and a whole lot of spooky!
Did the choir stop singing just to meditate? Or is the choir director giving those frogs a scolding in a teeny-tiny voice? Or can they detect a large, intimidating presence out there in the dark???
(I know, new graphic icon. I gave Mrs. Potato Head back to Hasbro and stole the silhouette of a neighborhood crow.)
Oh! I am there!
Talk about setting the mood!
Love it, we've had many a quiet night in our backyard, makes me think something is looming out there.
I love this, Talon. Magical.
This is lovely. I love opening your blog.. a fantastic big photo always surprises and thrills. Thank you Talon.
Performed Perfectly by the Children of the Night.
Written Perfectly by Talon!
oh, what an eerie quiet you paint. A calm before a storm? Frog serenades are a beautiful sound, as well as their accompanying cricket chorus, but when you are trying to sleep, sometimes that pause is perfect.
So lovely, Talon.
I love the night, there's so much magic in it, just like there is in your poem!
Thank you!
Margie :)
I could hear them.
That is very beautiful, I can see it, I wish I had an inner camera ;)
I love the thought of a symphony orchestra with crickets and can just see it. :) A fantasia like scene.
I just can't get beyond picturing the tiny "cricket conductor" in his little tuxedo directing the cricket chorus:)
I think I'd be getting ready for rain when the crickets and frogs went silent.
Sometimes, not always but sometimes even the 'hod goes strangely silent and it is good.
You've transported me to this scene, as you so often do with your writing, Talon. You capture this silent summer night so beautifully.
"they, too, are caught inside thoughts deep and mysterious" -- what a gentle way to remind us that no, it isn't always about us.
elegant
A summer night I can come back and dip into when winter gets me down. Beautiful, Talon.
So calming to read - the moon, a shy slip of blush pink.
The world is indeed improbably beautiful.
Awesome Black swallowtail on the cone flowers in the header! Your getting great macro pics. I tried more bees in the flowers recently, but they are invisible to my cam!
Love the line "...cricket conductor drops his baton" Always a strange moment when it stills unexpectedly- Maybe the frog ate the lead solo cricket!
Oh sweetie I want to see, I want to hear the world like you do, it's so lovely
Soooo... good to know that you are back, K., with your "inglow."
An old one... fitting that sort of night.
dark night
playing chess with mosquitoes
I castle
As always. _m
There you go...perfectly setting the scene again. How do you do it!?
What an interesting shot of the moon. It is indeed but a slip. A silent summer night would be an unsettling event. I love the night sounds.
Talon, You are so sweet. Having to take a break right now with a funeral coming up, setting up my father-in-law's affairs and tending to him, and my mother is coming for a visit next week. Wow.
lg
I am fine though; just incredibly busy right now.
:-)
I will get on to read blogs later.
Glad you are well and back!!
Oh. And I forgot that my daughter is starting high school next week!
(Another wow)
:-0 (blushing)
I told Lynn that I am 'afeared' that I will never get back on line...Things will calm down but I am not sure when right now.
Not just the air is heavy in your poem. You write of heavy stuff in such a sweet way.
Mysteriously beautiful. That's a magical poem :)
what a poem! happy to have you back again. missed you a lot.
A little night music! Mozart would have been inspired by your poetry. By Stripey even...
My best.
AWEsomeness!!
I think the moon in his boudoir is a shy slip of a waif. :)
summer-soft, how lovely!
And the cricket with his conductor's baton! That is so wonderful, like the night you enjoyed when you wrote this.
Just a thought from me -- you maybe could axe "weighing." Maybe? Just my unsolicited 2 cents. You know I love you! And I always will.
xoxo
I love this...such an elegant poem and an amazing photo for inspiration. I'm so glad I stopped by to read this:-)
"and the world, this one nearby;" I especially like this line, Talon. Hope that your summer is 'rockin.' I am looking forward to the U.S. Open. :-)
I like the words 'the world / this one near by. So full of mystery and possiblity.
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