I remember boiling summers playing in the cricks and creeks,
when boats upstream and down
stampeded.
where none could penetrate the reeds and brambles of my hidden inlet
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Hi Daniel This is a complex poem and I usually reserve time to consider such poems by you, that is, is the essence of complexity - it takes time for the writer to achieve and the reader to grasp. The rewards are manifold for both. I already am drawn into the imagery of the poem with a charismatic young woman speaker. At first we are entirely in her world of imagination - until her mother intrudes with confining Sunday clothes, and later the real world rushes in with the factory which (I think) brings to an end the idyll of the frog adventures. More to come. Reading this poem thoroughly requires leisure time which for me today begins around 8 pm.
Great and detailed poetry, good one... Good to know you like science that I would laugh and enjoy a lot if you write a poem about pcr enzymes and microbiology haha... Weird but sound cool