Saragun  Verse: The Moodfrog of Moonfog Madrone

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Moonfog Madrone has a little friend

Welly Moodfrog the sensitive amphibian

He clings to Moonfog and reads passing minds

And glows their feelings with colors new to eyes

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Welly is whiter than fishbelly and bone

But when inspired he shines holy tones

Good is neither green nor silver nor gold

Evil is darkness steeped in anger, rot and mould

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Humour strikes magic chords of reds through the blues

Kindness without want is truly see through

Yellow flashes of love reflect no lasting form

Yet glowing orange embers should keep you warm

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Welly is an angel without a god to serve

A keeper of an altar that needs no virgins to spurn

Welly is the best thing that has ever happened to him

A keeper of lights both blinding and dim

9 thoughts on “Saragun  Verse: The Moodfrog of Moonfog Madrone”

  2. mickbloor3's avatar mickbloor3 says:

    i felt there was a lovely rhythm to this. Found myself trying to sing it, to the same tune as MacCartney;s ‘Lady Madonna’ (didn’t quite fit). As DH commented, there are some fine lines. thank you.

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  3. LA

    As with yesterday’s Chapter 4, this poem is a Beautiful Thing, a truly beautiful thing!

    First off it’s FUN to read: charming, warm-hearted yet realistic, sympathetic yet truthful, open-hearted yet knowing, and its focus on the little creature is one thing that makes this little thing a thing of beauty.

    Then, the little frog’s PERSONALITY is so large!

    How wild that he can feel the feelings of those who wander by or just exist.

    And in that listing of the moods he can feel and mirror, the Reader is given a realistic list of Humanity’s main moods, the same way Chaucer typified the classes of people. Like a psychologist!

    Then one is reminded that this is more REAL religion than it is Psychology, the kind of religion that includes psychology and rises above it, the kind of religion that only LITERATURE would or could capture. I.e. the Religion of Literature, where you aren’t called upon to believe anything other than your own instincts, if they are good ones.

    This poem should be read many times, slowly, and thought about often as one goes through it.

    Its Goodness will seep into the Soul of any Reader who does so! I love this poem!

    DB

    PS

    Amazing Imagery, use of Colors, and Figures of Speech…

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    • Hi Dale

      Busg day today but in a great fashion. I like Fogs, the little ones always look so surprized and the bigger one display confidence.
      Dunno what WP did to your comment for Mr.H, but I will get into that when I get back to my desk. Usually something annoying has happened, simple to fix but annoying nonetheless!
      Welly thanks you as well!
      (I do recall Burroughs referring to southern men as having faces like Frogs. Brilliant but not the fault of the croaker–ha! a term he used for script fillers).
      Leila

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