i watched the clouds flow and change shape
the puddle was reflecting it all while i was list in my thoughts
i whispered myself how serene it looks
then a dragonfly flew past it
and a sudden breeze sent ripples in the water
distorting the sky and flinching me
I have never seen a puddle jumper with such glee
You have to introduce us, or at least tell me
What is his name? Who can this creature be?
He’s some kind of squirrel, said my Aunt Tee.
I thought you had them all named I said to her.
I used to, but there are so many, my count is not pure.
It might be Jed, Zed, Zeke, Twit or ****.
He is enjoying the rain today more than the cat.
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last night's rain lingers~
a toad croaks in the hollow
of a cupped, green leaf
poem written for an online poetry class: 'Write a Haiku based on the above image.'
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leaky tap dripping
water drops slowly drip drip ~
bird baths in puddle
Mindlessly walking with shoes untied,
but gravity could not be defied -
he tried to grab hold,
to person or pole –
crashing down hard onto his backside!
Diamonds on a rain puddle
I'm twirling in a sea of colors
Flashing lights and headlights
In a modern world of gray
I'm dancing in a rainbow
And the best part about the rain
Is that it masks the tears
Some would call me weird
Others would find this sanctuary
Being alone is what I'm used to
Surrounded by voices
Because they don't see
What I see
So I dance alone
As the heavens cry
I cry with the heavens
And as we cry...
Diamonds on a rain puddle
I'm twirling in a sea of colors
But don't you worry
...Nothing really is
The alley shivers under broken light,
puddles cradle forgotten stars,
midnight forgets to weep.
i will grip the last shards of you,
until the edges slice my palms.
through skin and tissue,
muscle and bone,
'till its through the other side.
when it lands on the pavement,
blood-soaked and broken,
i'll clasp my palms together,
stronger than we ever were,
and scoop up the shattered pieces.
i'll cradle them,
with that gentleness you one day forgot,
and never shown me again.
as i step over the stains in the concrete,
my lacerated flesh,
held tight to my chest,
i know.
i know that,
i'll let your memory dissect me forever,
until all that remains—
is a puddle of all i hoped we could be.
would I want to if I could
Jesus think of the heart ache
the life lived
I guess that's why I read it
in the end I just would rather
read it than have to live it
better to have loved and lost but
after sands melt away and those
embers smolder so too (if only
in a way to
steel away what turned out to be
tarnished silver) though all you end up
longing for
is peace with it and say when
that I cant only do what can be done.
It is done regardless
so now they say a survival tripped
hard wired faulty from their
somewhere a circuit breaker
too blown the fuses all failed
not even civil engineering…
isn't that nice
or good as they say in
‘the good life’ or so I’m
told never had much time
for dime store sci fi but
good I’ll take the short and high notes
wishing it played out like a jazz piano in the streets
slow moonlight swirls like mercury in the puddles on the ground
your one black boot
splashes into me
On an early day in late spring,
as dragonflies dance and birds sing,
on top a dock where I've grown fond,
butterflies gather by the pond
Cattails sway in the morning breeze,
as do the crowns of nearby trees,
this view I see the world beyond,
butterflies gather by the pond
As ripples in the water form,
and playful fish frolic in swarm,
without words we all correspond,
butterflies gather by the pond
On an early day in late spring,
butterflies gather by the pond.
When there is a torrential rain,
A puddle starts to form
And quickly turns into a lake,
Which shouldn’t be the norm.
Okay, I do exaggerate –
It’s closer to a pond,
Yet it’s too deep to wade through
If you want to get beyond.
This giant puddle (mini-pond)
Is on my walking path
And though I shouldn’t be surprised,
It does incur my wrath.
So I must then retrace my steps
And go a different way,
Which is exactly what I did
When on my walk today.
Fat drops pellet the ground.
Steps splashing, scattering ripples.
Ripples in time, circling out
from the moment, the here, the now, the present.
The present of laughter,
sheer joy at being a child
being cuddled by fat drops
that ripple in rings, then retreat
once memories fade.
Sinking butterflies drip from the cocoon of consciousness
which no bee nor horse fly could understand for a blink,
and which even humans wish could retreat to the fallen:
Of a body, of a vein, of a spot across a field.
In what daisy does that petal float
where it found it's fateful bee that resists its wings.
Threats from the concrete river keep it mulling,
always waiting for the stem reincarnate.
Why caterpillar nor sunflower betroth it gift
is a bee's greatest myth.
While men worry of time not spent changing
black and yellow armies collapse with no wars raging.
Ripple through, wave goodbye, droplets leave for the sky.
A bee must drown,
a caterpillar will scatter,
only for the butterfly, with wings agape, to show its beauty in death that waits.
Sticks and stones will kill on sight
anything which proposes light.
Black and white stripes guide only us at night,
how funny that stripes are walked upon without a fight.
Rain, Rain, what an awesome blessing you are!
Waiting fervently, finally you're here!
All I need an umbrella,
To meet my dearest fella,
And a pair of solid boots which go far!
jillion puddles wouldn’t stop headstrong me,
Darling boy I will definitely see,
Crazy we are, both love rain!
Who cares drizzle, not a pain,
Splendifarious rain! reason for glee!
Pure Love is blind and foolish, isn't that true?
Can’t wait to be with him, for sky of blue!
Rain or shine, I must see him,
Aren’t we the amazing team?
Love, I am truly dying to meet You!
FIRST PLACE
Puddle
In a world of rain and puddles formed by our tears..
We find a miracle.
Our compassion reflects the sky of God's creation.
Sometimes over-cast, sometimes azure blue.
Sometimes the rainbow of a long-standing hope.
The faithful promise of a brighter tomorrow.
Jinjagoliath
21st June 2020
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