For Real Toads: dangerous

Poetry is a very dangerous word.

—Tom Waits

Marian’s musical prompt today for the writers’ group Imaginary Garden with Real Toads features the song All the World is Green by Academy Award-nominated singer/songwriter Tom Waits. His lyrics are wondrous.

Marian included the above quotation from Tom, and it reminded me of the times in my life when poetry had a death-grip on my mind.

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poetry is dangerous

it takes you by the heart

and by the neck

it wakes you in the night

and keeps you up

it hits you at your job

so you can't work

it calls you on the road

so you can't drive

it haunts your every mood

and so you think

never

will you write it again

until the next time

and the next

and the next

© Kay L. Davies, 2012

With Real Toads: open link cinq

Kerry has left us alone for a week, with Marian to make sure we aren't, to use Sherry's word, obstreperous. What can I do to get into trouble now?
It is Open Link Monday for the writers' group Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and we are invited to share a poem, old or new, on any subject we wish. Aha, but it has to be a poem, said Kerry, before jumping ship and turning the tiller over to Marian. So, a poem, but a little poem, it shall be:

winter:

freezing, snowing;

summer: hot and glowing;

spring and autumn are best for me—

mediocrity!