Monday, January 31, 2011

Puddle



I puddle around in murky wetness
where dead worms float I peek
can barely see myself go inside
where pebbles lay on bottom
having ringed in reflection


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2 comments:

  1. MaryFebruary 2, 2011 at 6:11 AM

    Lots of images come to mind as I read this poem!

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  2. Judy RoneyFebruary 5, 2011 at 5:59 AM

    I really like the words you use here like murky wetness and ringed in reflection. A fun poem to speak out loud.

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