Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet
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Summer nights in sweltering heat.
Crickets chirp ne’er miss a beat.
Cheerful song, devil-may-care.
Like a knife cuts stagnant air.
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Ribbit goes the frog in pond.
Male to female they both respond.
Spawning tadpole the two a pair.
Like a knife cuts stagnant air.
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Heat of night does not deter.
Frog and cricket both concur.
Beautiful songs they both do share.
Like a knife cuts stagnant air.
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By Dominic R. DiFrancesco
Thanks for doing a Kyrielle. I do not recall reading about that form. You have done a nice job with it. I love the feeling you create between the cricket and the frog.
Thanks again, for reading and leaving Likes on so many of my poems.
It was my pleasure Elaine you are a very talented poet. I found this form yesterday and thought I would give it a try. :)
Thank you, Dom. I appreciate your praise.
My pleasure. :)
nice Dom
Thanks TJ, much appreciated.
Very beautiful. I feel like I could be sitting right next to on the patio. :)
Absolutely, with a cold drink in hand of course. :)
a scoop of ice cream, too:)
Sounds great…with chocolate syrup and a cherry too. :)
“Like a knife cuts stagnant air”
Sharp and precise – both your words and the sounds
Thank you Eric, I appreciate the nice comment.
A real sense of a summer night.>KB
Thank you very much. :)
Dom DiFrancesco 
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