Short Puddling Poems
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Fabrication
potent, brisk
tempting, lurking, exploding,
Time, Limits, Clouds, Romance
waltzing, shining, puddling
blissful, ceaseless
Reality
A baby jumping at the river
Grandmom puddling the stones
The cat saw the incident
Get a bunch of dry branch to puddle the river
Basin floating
Cat puddling
The baby was safe
Grandmom was happy
Giving the cat a thumbs up
What a happy story to tell
Amen
The door so softly
clicks
closed
so
quietly
quietly.
I wonder where to go
with half a
heartbeat.
I will surely die
without a full
breath to light
dark chambers
stuttering
puddling scarlet
stains
a breathless western sunset.
To step a moment back through time's veils
To stand beside a slowly flowing river
To reach down with cupping hands
and swallow the cold sweetness of fresh clean water
Then blink to stand again in the gutter
of New York's East Side
Watching the beautiful colors of
oily puddling sunlit filth
Teardrops of mercy falling down Your face,
filling up my once wearied soul with Your grace devine.
Teardrops of eternal gratefullness falling down my face,
puddling into Your hands of assurance and love.
Teardrops so precious flowing into One,
Christs river so clear, so full and so free, Your current I can't deny.
Humming, blood puddling
Face, deep blue eyes
Pain, deep, draining
Losing the fight
Stay, voice saying
Stay, I'm by your side
Teeth, grit, waking
Alarm in my mind
People around crying
Shock slows my mind
Eyes, blue, staring
Down at my eyes
Concentrate, hard, trying
I will survive
Eyes, blue, staring
I will survive
from your lips the light drips
what you are trying to hide
is beginning to seep out
I can see it puddling
on the floor
the secrets of the damned
are hiding from the sun
eyes squeezed shut
try to hold them in
your shadow slips to the floor like a fist
deep shades dancing
with the days old whores
aggressive eyes, swinging hips
bright against the black abyss
A single drop of water
Trickled …
Down the window glass
A subtle sign
Of things to come
Puddling there …
Finding shelter
In the crossed wood
It, too, wanted to hide
The darkest blue clouds
Cold, crisp winds
That bind my bones
Kept me behind the pane
A second drop of water
A third and fourth
Then … thousands
Made the golden leaves
Shine …
Like never before.
6/17/2025
Before Heaven began showing its anger,
stillness claimed ownership of the midnight sky.
But distant flashes instantly brought thunder,
I awoke from slumber thinking dawn was nigh.
Then that precise moment clouds began to weep,
were cloud tears giving my home town a purging.
Tears were puddling and I thought is there no end,
my interrupted rest was at God’s urging?
Noon daydreams slip
along the stair rail
dripping sad puddling
pools of
persistent struggle ~
faith slip
skidding
down
slippery steps
bump
bump bumping
against immovable
walls of tireless
chaos ~
Stiff
creaking
stubborn knees
finally bend
in the morning dew
and kneel before
you . . . .
and
ask
Owl eyes break as dimming light worms about,
Hollow clap surrenders a sparked ribboning,
Escapees breakout from their misty cells,
Wakes of earthen prints puddling,
Harbored ills bade sanctuary,
A glassy millpond beholds the begotten,
Abrupt warming tempts the absence,
Stirred tea sweetly idling,
An archer colorfully tools the realm,
Directives wondering,
Vibrant life answering,
A stranger to loneliness,
...I felt like being alive.
A quarter of the year
gone,
Leaving a wake of tsunami drenching
Fear
A hooded wanderer
Puddling over infectious thought
A mystery
Invisible,
With viral roots that are sprouting like fresh weeds
Into the cluttered minds of resting workers,
A vision of yesterday
Shattering like glass
Yet
I’m watching it from the solitude of my room
Knowing my light has grown dimmer
And that as the new world unfolds
My lantern will find the way home.
Solitude, aloneness, quietude
Replenish the spirit
Calm the soul
Open mind's heart
Spilling light into darkness
A milky puddling across time
Gather the wildflowers
To your bosom
Join with kindred folk
Clasp hands
Listen to the echoes
What a mystery solitude
Peopled with so many voices
Swirling and eddying they
Reverberate and explode
Cracking open the quietude
Leaving each alone
In the midst of so much activity
KDK 2012, revised 2016
It once belonged to me,
but you’ve since traded it it,
exchanging every sacrifice,
every fiber of my life,
for your new world
your new wife.
I’m covered in blood
we brought into this world,
but it stains only your hands.
As I watch the souls
I brought into this world,
leave silently, innocently,
I picture biting into your chest,
tearing, ripping, gnawing
veins and arteries
as you scream
and bleed,
your blood puddling
with your sons.
And I’ll ask you,
was it worth it?