When someone finally
lifts the overturned
clay flowerpot
the small toad takes
a single hop
This entry was posted on Sunday, March 11th, 2007 at 11:34 am and is filed under Poetry.
You can feed this entry.
Both comments and pings are currently closed.
I’m sure that soon there will be a new coinage in the realm–something like bontastic or bonamazing or bonanas–to cover zany creators who birth blogs like mad.
May your new enterprise take off faster than a snake racing after a toad!
Rachel – Thanks. I’m honored to have you as the first commenter on this new venture!
robin andrea – Both, I guess.
Teju – Oh, I thought it was a typo for “teat.”
marly – Thanks!
It’s not really a blog, see, it’s just a book in blog form (something Teju knows all about). I already know that it will end, and I have a rough idea of when.
That’s delicious, Dave.
Great poem. Is it the poet or the toad that feels giddy anticipation mingled with dread?
This is a neat, as far as holes in the head go. Congratulations.
“A neat?”
Neat, I meant. A neat hole.
I’m sure that soon there will be a new coinage in the realm–something like bontastic or bonamazing or bonanas–to cover zany creators who birth blogs like mad.
May your new enterprise take off faster than a snake racing after a toad!
Rachel – Thanks. I’m honored to have you as the first commenter on this new venture!
robin andrea – Both, I guess.
Teju – Oh, I thought it was a typo for “teat.”
marly – Thanks!
It’s not really a blog, see, it’s just a book in blog form (something Teju knows all about). I already know that it will end, and I have a rough idea of when.