MAN IN LOTUS POSITION
From my perch on the picnic table
I watch him step to the sunny core
of a verdant expanse in the park.
He unfurls a deep green blanket,
spreads it upon the grass, then sits
centerstage,
perfect lotus position, hands
on kneecaps, eyes closed.
He is motionless, silent, peaceful.
Then he begins a chanting hum,
"harummm, harumm,"
and I envision a frog poised
upon a lily pad, chanting
a seductive love song
to yearning females within his domain.
I close my eyes and listen to his hum
blend
with bird, cricket, wind, tree and
stream,
and with frogs in the nearby pond.
Rose Lefebvre ©
I enjoyed reading your poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
Wonderful poem, Rose. Hugs xo Karen
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteRose. Thanks for the poem. I have studied it over several times and, as if often the case with your work, I can't see a single word that needs to be changed. I watched the PBS special on W. S. Merwin last night and he said you know a poem is finished when you can't change a single word. Ron
ReplyDeleteAs I read your poem at first i laughted at your seeing him as a frog but in reality all men are like the frog looking to capture the attention of the female. Yes it was indeed a beautiful poem and no changes needed. Keep up the good work. Love Mom..
ReplyDeletethis is lovely Rose. Have a wonderful weekend.
ReplyDeleteHi Rose, your poem is beautiful!! Love your new me photo on the side bar. Have a wonderful Labor Day weekend. Blessings
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