Scattering Poems

At Real Toads, our starting point is a line from a poem by e. e. cummings:

“in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems”

The morning

dawns, dreams
lights up with poems


The noonday sun

heats poems, cooks them
to perfection.


When evening comes

the poems go on walks
and knock on stars’
front doors —

they come out on their
front porches

listening to the symphony
of many crickets,

whose music births
other poems —


When night softly falls

moon pens majestic odes,
stars come into

which have inspired
poems upon poems



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