boxferreting

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I spend my days boxferreting,

Dreaming of being beached under sunset

Ferritting one box to this pallet,

Ferreting this box to that pallet,

Instead of rainbowing along the damp sand,

Sanding my soggy toes relieving,

The days spending box ferreting,

pencilling wordings to the other box ferrets,

Saying goodbyes ever and a day,

Now sunsetting on a beach no longer dreaming,

Verbing every night on the mooning lighted beach.

written for verbing prompt at the #dverse bar

https://dversepoets.com/

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11 thoughts on “boxferreting”

  10. Your poem really tickled me this morning. I love the word ‘boxferreting’; I haven’t been in that situation for a long time and I much prefer ‘rainbowing along the damp sand’.

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