Sitting for what seems hours
listening to the rain
I find myself hypnotized
by the puddle
forming at the bottom
of the downspout.
The air is cold
yet I don’t notice until
goosebumps cover
my arms.
Funny thing is,
I still feel warm.
I was noticing how
the rain poured out
of the spout so fast
yet as soon as it was free
it rested
in that puddle
content just to be free.
Is that how you feel?
Like that rain?
Struggling with such force
for your freedom?
Once you’ve reached
your “”puddle””
will you relax
and stop struggling?
Is that all you’re looking for?
A little space away
from that confining spout?
The puddle looks so calm
just shining with the days reflections
mirroring my thoughts.
If I look away will that puddle
still be there tomorrow?
I don't like taking risks...
so I keep staring
hypnotized by the cool
air and the tiny bubbles
fighting their way to the surface.
This is lovely Mary, love the way you descibed it so wonderfuly. Moyax
This poem almost reminded me of birth, or re-birth Mary, it also expresses the claustrophobic feelings of trying to escape lifes shackles, very clearly in the puddle metaphor. I am sure we can all relate to these. It is strange how water, has a mesmerising, calming affect too. A capivating read, ironically enough! lol 10 from Tai
This is one of your best, I think, Mary, a great write and great subject matter. Loved it immensely, beautifully thought out and presented. Love Ernestine XXX
Mary, This may well be the best poem of yours that I've read on this site. The craftsmanship is excellent, the images clear and crisp and the journey magical. A fine and lovely poem. With warm regards, Hugh
I love the thought you put into this poem and ofcourse the descriptions.. Lovely Preets
This is so amazing, I think that it maybe your greatest work but then how am I to choose you have so many.No, really, you do! Love Duncan
Take a few small ingredients and make it into a meaningful poem. Well done, Mary Best H
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another non-rhyming winner, Mary! You took an ordinary image and related to human nature in an extraordinary way. I'm so proud of you!