Da Toad

[only rob]

Late good afternoon Rob . . . love the toad poem . . . just wanted to reconnect with you . . .

Marc

GREAT to see you here, bro...

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Hi Rob,

Intriguing, Cool poem! I very much like it. Some very minor suggestions and comments below:

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.--maybe beatific instead

After the daffodils, after the bold iris,
he oozed out to take his place--absolutely love oozed
beside the rose’s gnarled feet,--great personification
and he silently whispered--I don't think you need he
the secrets of circles.--again love this. It carry's a real sense of mysticism, reincarnation, and transmigration...a lot in a small line...so nice

When a flesh toad lives
between a stone Buddha and a rose,
something blooms like
rain.--this entire section has some gorgeous writing. It could stand without change. Alternately though, you could change the break up on the last two lines:

something blooms
like rain

I realize that releases a bit of tension that breaking on like would give you, but the enjambment is interesting breaking from bloom. Not sure which I like better, and anyway it's just a thought

Fantastic idea for a poem!

Best,

Todd

Thanks, Todd, and Billy as well. You both hit on my, erm, sniggles. I'm going to fool with it a bit.

Rob

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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 beatific warts.

After the daffodils, after the bold iris,
he oozed out to take his place
beside the rose’s gnarled feet,
to meditate on the nature
of circles.

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