During the Giant game, a tease of a drive turns into a route. One I missed while at the Res with family. Sitting on a rock overlooking the reservoir.
Lost in permutating ripples, and our stillness.
sun’s reflection
staring from a muddy bank
bullfrog
Photo by Izabella Taylor
first published in Image Curve, March 4, 2020
for dVerse Poets’ OLN #261 (pubtended by Grace)
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Frank J. Tassone 
Nicely conjured Frank – made me jump… In fact made me feel like a frog in that split second – the magic of this form.. Truly!
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Nice phrase: “a tease of a drive turns into a route.”
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I inhale the moment, that stillness versus the bullfrog.
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I agree with Grace about the moment of stillness before the bullfrog.
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I can imagine sitting and gazing at the ripples–then the bullfrog!
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nature’s various gifts!
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Natures gifts indeed – pure tranquillity.
Anna :o]
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You brought us to a peaceful spot. I’m sure the bullfrog concurs!
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I guess you are the bullfrog Frank… or is that the one you left behind! Very nice!
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Love the image of permutating ripples 🙂
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You have captured a moment so well… so often we just pass those places without noticing.
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I love the tease of a drive turning into a route! Sometimes life has to take us somewhere we would never choose to go. And then….a bullfrogl
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