Playing with Puddles
Puddle Power –
A Near-NaisaiKu Reflection
Some see merely mud.
I behold a rainbowed whirl,
Iridescent glow.
PUDDLE POWER CALLS.
See the colors blend,
Ripping with the softest breath,
Not just oil spill.
Who needs rubber boots?
Grab your grubby sneakers fast.
Feel the soggy squish.
PUDDLE POWER CALLS.
Learn to walk again.
Feel the fun. The world is new.
Celebrate in style.
c2009 by Linda Ann Nickerson
c2009 by Linda Ann Nickerson
Posted for a variety of prompts:
Sunday Scribblings (“celebrate”)
Love the thought of 'soggy squish' You're so poetic!
ReplyDeletePuddle, muddle. Celebrate and enjoy.
ReplyDeletei always thought the colors in oil spills looked neat too.
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