Frogs
To the frogs under the wheel as I drive home after the monsoon:
I am sorry that it is July 5th and the celebrations I was a part of kept me out until the early morning.
I did not expect it to rain, although I found the weeping cathartic,
And I am sorry that the asphalt
Cannot be shared. I know you were just born, stretching new legs that
Did not know better.
And I am sorry that you found yourself
Under the tires of my car, that I only know you by your sickening crunch.
On another day, I think I would have stopped
For each and everyone of you,
Getting drenched in the process.
But I am not young like that
Anymore
And I had work that day
In just a few hours;
There was no time to slow down
And save any of you.
Young frogs, I am sorry
That I am older now
And in your last breaths
You know me only by
The warmth of asphalt
And the crushing weight of tires
On your back.
Posted Jul 7, 2022, 1:23 PM UTC
I heartfelt poem, a confessional poem. The speaker not proud of what he has done, perhaps wanting some redemption from these feelings. Its like an open letter to frogs. The scene was clear and some interesting imagery. My favourite lines are:
My only thing is that it reads more as a letter than a poem but I also understand that its the chosen style. Overall, enjoyed it though, thought it was refreshing and thought provoking. The whole scene and emotion of the poem certainly lingers for a long time!
It reads like it should be spoken word poetry