A TADPOLE IS SOMETHING TO BE

A TADPOLE IS SOMETHING TO BE

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Authors

are Tadpoles in a shallow pool of water

some sacrificing

themselves to the Blue Herons bellies

never frightened or calling out

just holding

the fragments of words to be released.

One day I will be eaten

and the miraculous energies of life

will be gone, but

reinvigorated again in a bigger body.

Words

have helped me

swim these crowded waters

and as I learn of Love I feel God within

for all my doubts

are secure in the locks of Him.

A Tadpole is something to be

though there are so many evolving

in front of me

challenging the fortress of time

and one

ripple describes my entire life my friend.

Authors will sit

and cry over words that vibrate

and tears fall from the eyes

while the heart

confides in the deepest part of you

consistency

of the write is perpetuated.

One day you will be eaten

and did you say

the words that will convey

the prismatic meanderings

the connects

and disconnects of a phone gone dead

elaborating

on messages never received

conducting yourself

as a God of this muddy pool.

A Tadpole

is something to be

and in the illusions of mind

we swim gregariously

discovering

anything to link our Souls

propagating

the sands to time upon our lips.

Authors may admit 

defeat knowing time is short

but on my back I have you embraced

and you have

embraced another on your back.

The double load affect

shall make

the poets strong and mighty at Pen.

One day

we shall read these things

as a whispering wind

through a broken window

the pond down the road was me.

A Tadpole

is something to be

building Faith

one Soul at a time into this vestibule

I have called my home.

A Tadpole

is something to be

existing in a pond or a creek

I will pen your thoughts

your eyes and their tears sublime.

A Tadpole

is something to be ..