Open Poetry #40 |
Love is a toad |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Love isn’t in my daily bread nor in the corners of insignificant temptations so the check, re-check, concludes… love’s a green/black bloated toad playing “peek-a-boo, look at me” in a senseless fantasy before the hop and drop into memory. Toads croak when I’m asleep and jump the lines of consciousness meant to confine the mind to the marshy swamps of life. And it follows in my footsteps like a ghostly apparition in hop from air to land as if it was a man floating from a dream into reality. I love that toad wrought from soul and will “tomorrow” when “There, that’s done – here is love” evades the obstacles placed upon a lowly toad in a fast paced city town. But toads have left for pastures green because life has moved the goal posts on and that hippity-hippity, hip, hop-hop in my senseless fantasy maybe just a bug in the sizzle of my love! Helen / 24 June 2007 |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
Good and beautiful. enjoyed. |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
You know, I never considered that love is a toad, but after reading your poem -- I can see the logic. I love the originality of this write. And I really enjoy reading your poems. A |
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dingusjr Member
since 2003-09-24
Posts 415Missouri |
Heck, I've been that toad! Liked the poem, Honey. |
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