Da Toad

[billy]

The Return of the Toad With the Buddha Spirit



Was it his texture, his solidarity with the soil,
or his gaze?
The calm in those dark orbs,
the very Yoda, Yogi, the Tai Chi
of the way he stretched each leg,
his disregard of me as if
he knew the foundation, the garden
were really his. These beautied warts.

After the daffodils, after the bold iris,
he oozed out to take his place
beside the rose’s gnarled feet,
and he silently whispered
the secrets of circles.

When a flesh toad lives
between a stone Buddha and a rose,
something blooms like
rain.

it's one of those wow moments for me
there was one nit but nothing concrete, the following;

and he silently whispered
the secrets of circles.

altered the whole poem for me from an observational one to something lesser. that said it didn't alter it enough for me not to enjoy it with some great satisfaction.

After the daffodils, after the bold iris,
he oozed out to take his place
beside the rose’s gnarled feet,

what a fantastic image, one of the best I've seen in a long time. the last verse i found to be inspirational, i can see everyone running out to do a "da Toad" poem...they'll be really struggling to do one as well as this.
L4, and 5, are while serene are comedic. love them to bits.

it's nice to have a wow moment with a poem

thanks.