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Glowing Toad

Purple twilight darkens the day. A green tree frog jumps embracing an ashen bark. His eyes open to silence, as it stares within inches of a small flickering, iridescent lightning bug: as it brightens up the night. I am mesmerized and amazed as I watch the green tree frog jump, gripping the tree bark as it throws its sticky tongue out of its mouth and wraps it around its fragile prey capturing and swallowing it. As the tree frog creeps away from its moment stay, a colorful yellowish-orange aglow turns us cold. The lighting bug glowing as bright as the sunlight from the inside of the tree frog was still alive. I didn't realize how harsh truth can be. Looking closely into our world, understand that there are still many things in the world that can surprise us. 7/5/2018
Poetry Contest: Quirky Things That Confound and Confuse Me Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger

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Date: 7/17/2018 4:19:00 PM
Imagery held my attention...fantastic. Congrats!
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Date: 7/14/2018 2:39:00 PM
Congrats for your well-deserved win for this masterful verse, Eve, and many thx for your kind comments re me win - Bob
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Date: 7/14/2018 8:38:00 AM
Congratulations on your win. Interesting, well written. I was right there watching this happen. Well done!
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Date: 7/14/2018 8:25:00 AM
Congratulations Eve. Tom
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Date: 7/7/2018 8:32:00 AM
What great imagery Eve, I truly enjoyed this poem, such a quirky thing to have really happened. Good luck in the contest....Maria hugs
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Date: 7/6/2018 12:19:00 PM
Eve, I found this to be so very entertaining and so well done. I could see it as though I were there Happy Friday xxoo
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Date: 7/6/2018 1:47:00 AM
Hi Eve.. I thoroughly enjoyed reading your well crafted write this evening. I always appreciate the giftings of a pen in the hand of a poet!
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