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 releiving
the days spenting box ferreting
penciling wordings to the other boxed ferrets
saying goodbyes ever and a dayed
now sunsetting on a beach no longering a dream
verbing every night on the mooning lighted beach
written for verbing promt at the dverse bar
It’s like feeling sand between your toes while you spreadsheet
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I love this! Beautifully written. ❤️
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“Boxferreting” is a great word, and a great image. I agree – rainbowing would be much better. Some great word choices.
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I haven’t been “rainbowed” for a long time. Perhaps your clever poem did it for me.
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I spent a lot of time boxferreting, but we’re finally moved now, and I’m unboxferreting.
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Cool poem.
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I so enjoyed the boxferreting and ferreting of verses here.
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I feel an ache for respite and a wonderful dream to make it happen.
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Boxferretting is a great word. It deserves to become widely known
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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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