Poetry, with real toads

born wet

splashing and leaping
the world briefly unlocked

always and forever
sitting by the shore

sipping ocean water
sipping river water

collecting shells and
driftwood for later

small boat sailing
strolling to shore

warm fire burning
never looking back

over at imaginary garden with real toads
courtesy of kim weekend mini challenge: boats

note to poet.. just found a new site… love poetry and frogs… i love boats, everything about them… from here to there… lotsa fun to visit the dream boat

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Poetry, sunday whirl

1day.part10

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sunday whirl : wordle 232

there’s not much left
a small loss here
a slap that stings there
angels watching
shiver from the cold

some days pass
with little pause
counting scars
instead of stars
there’s so much to remember

love gasps at sleeps escape
desire dials a different dream
darkness snare gathers no dust

notes to self: the real dark side of family and the holidays … thank goodness all has passed…

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magpie tales, Poetry

imaginations

magpie tales no 299

fresh and new
we were there

open fields blue skies
we kissed the world hello

today a photo revives
that day that surrender

kismet we were
firmly planted

drenched in seduction
the sense of serene surround

there was you
in front of that shop

on that day
we were fresh and new

notes to self: amazing how a photo captures… regardless of time it’s there… no fooling nobody… thinking it fads… as a prairie dog lifting up its head… 

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