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Waltz the Puddles

Ballroom dances delight in rain,
While humdrum glances from windowpane.
Years passed, two scores plus some,
Destroy not, my childhood fun.
Amusement possesses nary a care.
Paltry peasants can don professional wear,
So kick off your leather attitude.
Gift yourself this interlude,
For vanity seeks vanishing laughter.
Waltz the puddles, now and ever after.

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Anna M Shepard

August 17, 2018 at 3:38 PM

Wonderful!

Paul Callus

December 26, 2017 at 2:17 PM

At long last I managed to seek out a poem of yours which had escaped the net, Rhoda:) I enjoyed how you waltzed in puddles. Some people tend to change as they grow up, forgetting all about the child within! ~ Warm regards // paul

Rhoda Tripp

December 30, 2017 at 1:41 AM

Thank you, Paul. I think it is so important that we remain children at heart and in spirit. Sometimes, societal acceptance robs us of fun. I'm a true non conformist, lol. I appreciate your kindness and encouragement here, Dearheart.

Pat Adams

December 19, 2017 at 9:46 AM

Amazing! I love it! A FAV for me. You are obviously an overlooked treasure. I have to go for now but rest assured I will be back. Potent Pen welcome!!.......Patrick

Rhoda Tripp

December 19, 2017 at 12:21 PM

My appreciation granted to you, Dear Pat. Very kind words bestowed. Thank you very much. Please visit again.

CayCay Godwin

December 2, 2017 at 9:32 AM

This is EXCELLENT, absolutely and its a crying shame there aren't more comments. The imagery, the wording, the message, the head on punch of delivery. I feel this fell thru one big ole honkin' crack and I regret that. One thing Soup isn't, is fair - don't look for that, but if your pen compels you, demands you - don't stop because of ego, like mine wanted me to on this site 100,000000000000000 ++++ times. Love this. Go in a good way ... I've got a puddle to waltz ... CayCay

Rhoda Tripp

December 2, 2017 at 6:10 PM

Ive always loved writing poetry, since sixth grade, but never took it seriously until the last three years when I started publishing them online on writing sites and I was quickly amazed at the kind responses. So, formally, I guess three years.

CayCay Godwin

December 2, 2017 at 1:57 PM

Leather attitude is ultra creative, it talked to me so, please, leave it be! The meaning you meant matters, not the reader's interpretive clatter! Not all poems speak to all people. Never will. I lacked the confidence to go to college, plus, to this day I don't know what I want to be when I grow up, other than free, but poetry came to me when a pre-teen, filled me with need of pen and paper. I was surprised to learn many great poets on Soup started writing as adults! You?

Rhoda Tripp

December 2, 2017 at 11:07 AM

Thank you CayCay. I think the line "...leather attitude" some may take as a gut punch when all I really meant were "fancy leather shoes". Oh well. It was my thoughts at the time, so here's to misinterpretation. Cheers! Lol