It’s
just a patch of dirty water,
nondescript,
huddled by the curb,
silently
waiting for evaporation
as
it reflects upon its short life,
when
it is suddenly catapulted
into
eternity by the sandaled feet
of
a three-year-old boy.
Over
at dVerse
Poets, the poetry prompt is the beauty of everyday things. I don’t think I
could find something more prosaic than a mud puddle. To see more poems
responding to the prompt, please visit dVerse
Poets.
Photograph by George Hodan via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
8 comments:
ha and i imagine it finds no little joy in the squeeel and titter as the boy runs on, carrying a little bit of it on his ankles...smiles...
Puddles for a 3-year is true beauty... and the muddier the better. Like the changed POV. and the title just brilliant.
3 year old? i still turn into one when i see puddles. such fun :)
love how it builds up to the last line... and that final line just makes you go 'awww'.
beautifully done!
~Miriam
love the use of the mud puddle, very much an excellent imagery and metaphor in itself, the three year old boy adds a ton of depth to the piece as well. Great write Glynn. Thanks
what a way
to go
in a shooting
flying
arc of play
Such a picture. Thank you!
Balanced so well on this middle line:
"as it reflects upon its short life,"
A lovely write.
~ M
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