Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

I’m not sure how I wandered

Into the imaginary garden.

It was one of those things

It just happened.

An Imaginary Garden

With Real Toads.

A Peculiar Name

Until I read

‘Poetry’

By Marianne Moore.

Within a few hours

I was

Captivated

And Motivated;

Moved

And Improved;

Astonished

Admonished;

Amused and

Bemused;

Baffled

And Boggled.

I was Toppled,

Unsettled;

And, by turns,

I was Saddened

And Gladdened

As the Visual

And Verbal

Waves

All Washed

Over me.

The poems, they

Made me

Delighted,

Excited;

Playful

And Thoughtful;

Cheerful

And Doleful;

Fearful

And Soulful;

But most of all

Grateful.

Overwhelmed

By the Skill

Of these Poets Unknown.

I Wondered

And Pondered;

I Laughed

And I Cried;

I Struggled

And Sighed;

And

I Marvelled.

My Mind

At a Tangent,

Bent into new

Ways of Thinking

By the Words,

And their Form;

The Lines

And the Sounds

They created –

Or the Silences.

I wanted to say

A simple Thank You.

But instead

I Pretended

To be

Robert Southey

And gave

You,

All,

A Waterfall

of Words.

Scriptor Senex

(In a future post I shall tell you about my very personal encounter with Real Toads and the kindness of the poets who visit it.)

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