April is National Poetry Month! This year, I’m making myself be a little more creative and write (very crappy) poetry LOL. Most of it will be gawd awful, but I might have one or two worth sharing and if I do, I’ll share it with you.
In the meantime, here is a poem called Tadpoles that I wrote a few years ago. And it’s true. (I was always in trouble!)
This link is me reading the poem aloud: https://screenrec.com/share/4ycGPtA0iM
Tadpoles
by (c) Pat Hauldren
Summer rain sizzles
on the hot Houston sidewalk.
Tadpoles and baby frogs
still with their tails
bounce like tiny beach balls.
Exploding out of the heavy raindrops
like green four-legged aliens
ejecting from their crashed spaceship.
I scoop them up
into a faded plastic pail.
Add rainwater.
They plunk against the sides
of my covered bucket.
My neighbors have front door-slotted mailboxes.
I deliver handfuls of alien frog mail
into each slot.
My grandpa’s house shoes wait on the back porch
where I stuff slick green fallen treasures for safe keeping.
A few escape,
hopping to safety in the rain-soaked Johnson grass.
Grandpa comes home from work.
He removes his work boots.
Dons his slippers.
I spend the rest of the evening
in my room without supper
releasing my pocketed treasures under the sheets.
Are you writing poetry?
