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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12 thoughts on “born wet

  1. This is a truly bubbling stream of consciousness poem, suitably wet and appealing to all the senses – each stanza is like a little sip of freedom – and I love the ‘warm fire burning’ at the end.

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