Murky Waters 5/30

Murky waters. 

A place to stay away from,

Perhaps a state to beware of.

Or rather something to not get mixed up in. 

It might be too deep,

Too dark,

Unclean or worse. 

Yet, from the womb we emerge

A sooty mess,

All muddy from pure beings blood,

And we arrive full of light,

Having endured the darkest 

Mysteries of life.

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Enter or Exit 4/30

Where on earth to go?

Wheels can spin fast or turn slow. 

Enter or exit. 

Birdy Told Me Nothing 3/30

A little birdy told me nothing. 

Nothing about what was to be. 

Not a tweet about love,

Or loss, or glee. 

Of pain, hope and joy, there was silence,

Only a lone crow caw upsetting the balance. 

No flits of light on my shoulder,

Or visions of happy life when I'm older. 

Just here and now, amongst sky and ground. 

Inside just this moments sudden breeze I am found. 

A little birdy said nothing to me,

                                         and as it will be, 

                                                   Only a song for its mate

                            High in the tree. 

This is Mine 2/30

Now, just you wait a minute. 

I'm not done yet. 

I see you.  

I hear your scuttling. 

And you lurk around 

just about every corner. 

I know you're waiting. 

And you're restless. 

What is it with your impatience?

Your hunger?

For what?

Get your own. 

This is mine. 

This is mine. 

Subtly Step More Solidly 1/30

April is National Poetry Month

Puddlepoems is Participating in NaPoWriMo 2015 and will post a Puddlepoem-a-day for the Month 

Something not quite right,

Out of place,

Can't put your finger on it,

But it's right there,

Waiting for you to say ohhhh,

Waiting for that stomach drop feeling,

Then, 

oh. 

The whoosh of realization,

Something doesn't belong,

You don't belong.

The word imposter spits at you,

Taunting you with "I see you"

"I know you." 

But it doesn't 

And you're not. 

You belong right where you stand,

Because, 

Well,

Because you are standing there. 

Then,

Something not quite right,

Out of place,

You subtly step more solidly, 

shift right

Then left. 

There,

On your place. 

You belong. 

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The Never Expected Expectation (two for tuesday)

An explosion of sorts,

Out of the blue,

Or more accurately gray. 

We never expect,

Or rather we pretend to not,

The hail, the clap of thunder after the flash. 

And what joy, slight fear, 

a slice of awe, that this 

unexpected expectation can bring. 


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Lengths of Time Like an Inch Worm

Let me know when you take flight.

And how the air is sweeter,

That leaves a bitter trail as you go.

I’ll be watching from below.

How the air breathes sweeter,

Swollen with fertile scents and satiated longings.

Left with the bitter trail, here I stay

Watching from afar in the gap between the twist and fray

Swollen, with fertile scents, to satiate the longings,

The lengths of time like an inch worm.

Watching, from afar, the gap twists the fray

Alone I lay.

In lengths of time

you to will land, tired,

Near to where I lay below,

As you share your sweetened glow.