Short Puddling Poems

rain wails from the sky
the winter of discontent 
puddling fury tears...

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Dripping from my knife
Alizian crimson red
Portrait of my wife

By Robb A. Kopp...

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Fabrication 
                 potent, brisk
      tempting, lurking, exploding,
     Time, Limits, Clouds, Romance
        waltzing, shining, puddling 
             blissful, ceaseless 
                    Reality...

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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....

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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....

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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...

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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?...

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