Surprised to see a pretty frog like me
With clothespin and shirts, doing laundry
But I am very different you see
I rinse the sky and set it free.
I wash the mud from yesterday,
I rinse the dreams that slipped away.
I fold the hope, I wring the doubt,
And hang the quiet inside out.
Now let me tell you my short story-
Of love, and loss, and hanging glory
Beneath this willow tree I met a frog,
With gentle eyes and speckled skin and sog,
He helped me hang the sheets one spring,
And said, “Someday, I will be a king.”
My love got a kiss, and then a crown.
He waved and left this washing town.
But I have got sun and sky and soap.
And clothes to hang, and lines of hope.
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Author:
Aman 12 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Ceremonial satire
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments2
This fun story told in a child like manner is a message in and of itself and with fun rhyme it gets a fave
Thank you, glad you liked..i was very skeptical.. i usually don't write such poetry..
You are most welcome
That's a very entertaining and fun read delivering it's message in an enjoyable way, well written
thank you for reading. This is not my style at all.. just wrote it for a prompt.
You are very welcome
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