Riddled With Warts

I am the toad
that peeks
with awe
at humans
who speak
with pens.

Lost on a lily pad
that barely floats
I scratch the air
searching for
words to croak.

Poetry comes
when poetry comes
and settling for ants
when hungry for wings
leaves verses riddled with warts.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

Real Toads Open Link Monday

Comments

Vandana Sharma said…
a very very toadic poem:) Love it!
December 9, 2013 at 12:46 AM
Karen said…
Been there. Done that. Have the warts to prove it!
December 9, 2013 at 4:50 AM
kaykuala said…
That's how the toads look at it! Yes, they would want to express themselves but couldn't! Nice thoughts Susie!

Hank
December 9, 2013 at 8:43 AM
Susan said…
I believe this totally!
December 9, 2013 at 12:25 PM
Pealogic said…
So true that poetry comes when it comes,well said.
December 9, 2013 at 1:10 PM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
I LOVE this! grinned appreciatively all the way through. And I so know about eating ants while longing for wings. A TOADally awesome poem, Susie!
December 9, 2013 at 1:19 PM
Marian said…
better than being riddled with farts, i guess.
oh i know from whence you write :) hang in there and the words will flow again.
December 9, 2013 at 1:21 PM
Peggy said…
I enjoyed this toady view so much! I must admit I often feel more like the toad than a poet.
December 9, 2013 at 2:36 PM
Kay L. Davies said…
Perfect for an Open Link Monday. If nobody gives me a prompt, I often forget how to write anything.
Or vice versa.
Toadily,
K
December 9, 2013 at 3:18 PM
revelations said…
having had a toady moment or three this poem hit home... nicely done Susan
December 9, 2013 at 6:17 PM
Anonymous said…
Love it! Started smiling at the first line, and it finished strong too.
December 9, 2013 at 9:35 PM
Sharp Little Pencil said…
Susie, this is so fun and clever, it put a big smile on my face. The last line, kind of like settling for what you get rather than what you want, was deeper than the rest of the poem suggests! Caught me by surprise. Croak, Amy
December 9, 2013 at 11:18 PM
Abin Chakraborty said…
such a perfect and playful entry for the Garden.you are no doubt a real toad! such a fun read!
December 10, 2013 at 2:35 AM
Anonymous said…
Toads got it easy; their warts are so much more substantial than our arts. Smart and fun weave here on this lily pad of a poem. - Brendan
December 10, 2013 at 4:05 AM
Ella said…
I love this one Toadly fun to read and very clever~
December 10, 2013 at 6:08 AM
Margaret said…
Warts and all - you write about it well! :)
December 10, 2013 at 3:21 PM
Jim said…
I love it Susie ~~ With a couple of mods he could sit along your dirt road with the others. He would like that!
After he reads mine today he might grow another wart.
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December 11, 2013 at 8:29 AM
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