Island Hopping
At night, the frogs
outside our door
croak in syncopated
rhythm.
Today, their
babies leap
from one lily pad
to another with no sense
of timing.
The prompt for this poem was to use Island in the title. Those of you who follow Robert Lee Brewer’s blog and poetry challenge know that I am behind in posting. That doesn’t mean I’m not writing! Robert presents a helpful blog and is source of encouragement for poets and would-be poets. I suggest you drop by and see what he has to offer. Connect through my blog or through the Writer’s Digest website, under blogs.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 