With Shakespeare's birthday in April (round about the 22nd) what better month to celebrate poetry? As a part of that I am joining the brave (crazy) souls attempting to write a poem a day. There are two sites in particular that are a great help. The first is the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: IGRT and the other is Writer's Digest, Poem a Day: PAD. Each site will have daily writing prompts and a place to link back to. IGRT has a great group who are wonderful at reading and giving supportive comments too! I'll be linking to one or both of these sites every day for the rest of the month. So, with apologies to the Toads, here is my first poem about frogs and secrets for Mama Zen's request to write a poem in 37 words.
Would you know all my secrets?
Would you know all my secrets?
Like a
frog dissected;
pinned,
slit, opened.
You probe
lungs,
liver, spleen
leaving
nothing unknown
nothing
unseen.
And when
you finish,
I am
ruined
and you
are repulsed
at the
mess.
Imge: www.reddit.com
