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Monday, November 26, 2012

An Imaginary Garden

I’d like to be that
Imaginary garden with
Prince toads and
Princess kisses on
The lily pad at dusk
Before the curse is
Permanent -
Leaving battle scars
Of mysticism.


I linked this poem to Real Toad's Open Link Monday.  
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30 comments:

  1. Beautiful Ben....I would like to be that imaginary garden also. :) Thanks for sharing with Real Toads!

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  2. N listening to the frogs croak... enjoyed :)

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  3. I really enjoyed the "s" sounds..."prince" through "mysticism". Last two lines were such a strong closer, too.

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  4. Ha! That's a nice response to the title of the blog.

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  5. How lovely to see you at Real Toads Ben (I am part of the community) ~

    Indeed it is our magic place ~

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  6. I like "battle scars Of mysticism." That's way cool. ;)

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  7. How perfectly your verse addresses the image; and yet, the poem could stand alone as a creative and fantastical work.

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  8. I can't think of a better person to be such a garden Ben! I would certainly wander in....

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  9. I love the reflective view of your garden ;D
    Yes, it is quite a curse...

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