Twelve Rain Frogs

:D weeeee hilarious it is :D love and blessings.. :)

also, I find the juxtaposition of interpretation between poets and readers and vice versa astonishing! perhaps, in the grey areas between the lines lives poetic mystery and realization. Perhaps, we all just read and react differently. who knows. Do me a favor, and If you have a moment, please give it another try. My sad sap mind is now 2nd guessing whether or not my words are off and jumbled. Who knows. Maybe, it's better off that way! SmIle. and thanks for Reading and commenting!

Sweet WET dreams, Maybe! Hey Sara, Interesting interpretation on the piece I wrote last night, The Poet and Thee Greatest Poem Never Spoke- You found it cute. I found it horrifying! In fact, it is the first poem in a very long time in which I bawled like a baby whilst writing! An expression of my grave fears, becoming stale and out of touch. You took it as, we better hurry and get to writing, while I interpret the Poet was addicted to getting words down, yet knew nothing of how to love and live

LOL, hope those randy frogs don't keep you awake tonght!

hahaha, I liked this better than yesterday's because of how humorous you made it.

the sound of mating so wittingly done, sara... you are a keen observer of nature; beautiful!.. hugggs