Best Puddles Poems
Sun is held hostage by a blanket of clouds,
reflecting an agitated addict's ashtray.
Birds depart from soaked naked branches,
as eyes seek refuge from the ugliness of change.
I peer beneath this umbrage pitched upon the ground
anticipating a palette of summer to simper back
yet all I see are stick figure shadows frolicking
as this bitter autumn wind encircles me
Symphonies of the sky continuously weep.
I watch petals float in puddles of regret,
so I reflect back to a summer of mon amour,
where Michelangelo hands sculptured my garden.
Reflecting back, delicate strokes within velvety folds
as fingers trace the edges of my heart's blossom
crimson drops slip silently between my hands
for even the beauty of a rose holds autumn's thorns
Secure from rustic debris that blow against windows,
5pm twilight, means no rekindling with my cherished sun.
My shortened days lash back through glares of street lamps
with frosty glass etchings chiselled by night's harsh breath.
Collaboration with Sandra Adams
Silent One
20 October 2019
Sun is held hostage by a blanket of clouds,
reflecting an agitated addict's ashtray.
Birds depart from soaked naked branches,
as eyes seek refuge from the ugliness of change.
I peer beneath this umbrage pitched upon the ground
anticipating a palette of summer to simper back
yet all I see are stick figure shadows frolicking
as this bitter autumn wind encircles me
Symphonies of the sky continuously weep.
I watch petals float in puddles of regret,
so I reflect back to a summer of mon amour,
where Michelangelo hands sculptured my garden.
Reflecting back, delicate strokes within velvety folds
as fingers trace the edges of my heart's blossom
crimson drops slip silently between my hands
for even the beauty of a rose holds autumn's thorns
Secure from rustic debris that blow against windows,
5pm twilight, means no rekindling with my cherished sun.
My shortened days lash back through glares of street lamps
with frosty glass etchings chiseled by night's harsh breath.
A collaboration with Silent One
If one mid-summers day
Love came rolling in on a cloud
I'd gladly say let it rain
And puddle up around my house
There are many more joys in life than struggles
We must recognize the good times and ignore the troubles
In everyone's life
There's toil and strife
Sure beats the alternative as you skip through life's puddles
Passages trail the utter existence
along brick faced wanderings
with puddles reflecting death
in the vast wasteland that calls
from bled out dreams
I listen to the footsteps,
eager to please, left by the curb
beneath graffiti warnings
in spray painted quotes
dripping with ease and intent
Their cadence sends
splashing ripples onto
nicely pressed slacks,
collecting glares from bus stop loafers
with exact change and nowhere to go
As I find my existence
fading in the far back seat,
staring out of a smeared rear window,
exhaust fumes wave good bye
to the nothing I have become
We splashed and dashed
We cared no jot
No inhibitions
Or adult rot
The rain was cool
The muddy puddles
No obstacles
No silent troubles
Just joyful freedom
With innocence
No hidden agenda
Or false pretence
I'm not sure when
We made the change
When childhood joy
Crept out of range
Although we've grown
Matured I'd say
In one sense drifted
Too far away..
The curious
The beautiful
These open hearts
Protect from dull
So when it rains
I want to be
The one who dances
Gleefully
In deepest puddles
Barefoot, or welly
We should all be
More like Gene Kelly
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.
Beaten
Smashed
Kicked
And splashed
Out into the street
Like dirty bathwater
Nothing more than a filthy puddle
Rising over the curb
Flooding the sidewalk cracks
Eager for evaporation
Every hair
Is On end
Every pore
At attention
Yearning skin
Is stretching for a touch
That never existed
Pulled
Like the blankets
Of children
Over worried heads
Attempting
Their Satisfying seclusion
For when there is no direction
Passion is formless
And love loses shape
As music of falling rain’s song can be heard, thunder claps.
Before the clouds break and the sun’s rays come shining through the gray,
the fog lifts with fresh scent of rain and puddles left in silence.
Heidi Sands
3/26/21
They get off the bus
fresh from their houses
Crisp pink cheeks
Glossy hair
Shoes pristine
Bows in their hair
Smiles for their friends
Smell fresh
Look clean
The day plunks them into puddles
Rolls them around in dirt
Throws them off slides,
watches them twirl onto grassy knolls
Gives them sweet smells of reality
Tastes of earth and salt
We put them back onto buses
Not so bouncy
Not so proud
They are unrecognizable
Wiser now
Not as innocent
Or as pristine
It is a wonder their
families recognize them
as rain extinguished embers
of the long day's city heat
blurred traffic light reflections
painted puddles on the street.
A spring rain falling
watching him jump in puddles
bright yellow slicker
2/2/14
Triple puddles left after a light rain
Leaving the grey ground to mingle with them
Sees reflections at the cross of this gem
Water so calm it relieves any pain
I approach with a joyous childlike glee
I splash in silver puddles fervently
The fun I have brings love to me surely
Three puddles I see, dispels insanity
Russell Sivey
Tell me, why does God make puddles, in our driveway, when it rains?
Then mom says "play but, don't get dirty, cuz I won't get out the stains"
God made me, to love that feeling, of jumping in them with both feet
I'll send that water flying, maybe as high as mom and daddy's seat
Then mom yells "girl you know better, look at the mess you've made
Our clothes and shoes, filthy, wet and dirty, like a monkey in the arcade
This child constantly tries my patience, dear God why is she such a pest?
Astonished by Gods answer “when teaching lessons, I use my very best”
On the window pane
Are raindrops starting
Down the window panel
It is a downpour of rain
On the pavement are puddles
They begin small then
Slowly the puddles grow bigger
The air changes quickly
The puddles freezes
Snow begins to fall
Covering the ground
Quickly with the snow