Puddle

thoughts while looking at a puddle

The Puddle

by Robert Wise

May 1, 2010

 

 

 

the puddle is murky
but the color reveals
an image of on Golden Pond
my imagination is carried
a mixture of soil and water
blended to a color of no separation
two elements
one result
a puddle
two made one or the murkiness
of two lives undefined
on some day unnoticed by few
the water will break free
from the soils hold will it part
water will return to the air
to fall again once more
mud will become soil
allowing earth to bring growth
a puddle
muddled or hiding something
yet to be seen
overhead two geese fly in unison
their path yet to be flown

Reviews

[Desert Dreamer]

I like the vision in your poem. Reminds me of days I spend in observation of nature, sometimes looking at one flower for a long time, seeing things with new eyes. Thank you for sharing.

[mope]

Some great clarity and vision in the metaphor. Your stated loves of photography and painting can be seen in this. Oh, and I like it. Ta.