Sunday, January 07, 2007

The Prize

I wander the rainforest, searching,
Carefully inspecting surroundings,
To find and capture my golden prize.

At last! With care I pluck it,
And in a box I store it,
To a safe retreat I return.

After careful contemplation,
I kiss my Phyllobates terribilis
And let darkness take me away.

11 comments:

rel said...

The Kiss of death ardently persued.
Too bad Hamlet didn't live in a rainforest.
good poem.
rel

Crafty Green Poet said...

A dark kiss that one!

Liza on Maui said...

Good poem...something that sticks in my head and I have to think over and over again about it... something to ponder....

By the way, thanks for visiting my blog and for pointing out my typo. I appreciate that. Kissing of elderly hands is a tradition in the Philippines. It's called Mano. Here's the link to an explanation:
http://topics192.blogspot.com/2006/12/mano.html

Jerri said...

good work. Glad to have found your blog.

paris parfait said...

Interesting take on the prompt!

Steve Isham said...

Is despair, depression (or what?) in the mind of one who suicides by a long sought "golden prize"?

Inconsequential said...

Hmmm, this one only came about from a line from a song, "forever kissing frogs that think they're princes"
and it led to the thought that that's kissing the wrong frog, which in turn led to the thought that there are worse frogs to kiss...
I kinda needed a reason for anyone wanting to kiss a deadly frog...
so back to my old favourite, suicide...
I must admit it's kind of an elobarate method, unless you lived nearby...but the one mentioned is suposed to be extremely quick at being fatal, so maybe a bit better than the knife, rope or tablets...

:)

Echo said...

Phyllobates terribilis I want to meet you. bird, beast, spider, plant?
Or maybe not.

Inconsequential said...

'tis a frog my dear echo :)

Rethabile said...

It's a frog! I was wondering. Nice poem.

Pod said...

and they look so kissable. funny they arent poisonous when reared in captivity. i loved this. searching so hard for your own death