if there is a puddle
from an afternoon rain,
recently pattered down
to greet us,
do we jump and giggle?
Aye, he chuckles.
then what do we think of those
who choose not
to play?
might they be tense,
foul, controlled, or
too concerned for our liking?
probably, she muses,
but we need them, too.
so I’ll fight for an opportunity
to see their smile
every single day,
while my toes wiggle in the rain
with you.
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. A choice each day.
NO TYPO
Life in the world is ours
To revel in or reject
As day follows day
Weather or not
We approve
A choice each day. Thankful we’ve been given one..or all.
Puddled are temporary but relationships may last forever.
You’re showing your wisdom again, Ma’am. Strong relationships are key. xo
I love this and shall play barefooted in the next puddle I find. 😁. Now waiting for it to rain….
I’ve discovered while visiting your blog, that I would be honored to jump with you. Thank you for following my poetry. I hope the rain comes quickly.. 🙂
Thank you in return! We should never leave behind our need to play. 😊
Agreed! 🙂
That first line made me SMILE :)….I used to love to play in the puddles after a storm. (still do, if truth be told)
Finding the joy in what is here for maybe only a little while. I see you doing so, my friend. 🙂
Thank you
Beautiful, Audrey.
Thank you, Dan. I enjoyed writing this poem.
Different strokes for different folks, ma’am. I guess there’s a time to be silly and a time to be serious. You’ve captured it well, Poetess!
Yes, you’re correct. Yet, a puddle begs for a bit of attention, I say. Thank you, my friend!
Is it difficult?
Which part, Susan?
all of them?
gets me
off
to play 🙂
Have fun! 🙂
Always keep the poor in spirit in mind. Some day they will play too.
Of course! I hope y’all have a fantastic trip.
Thanks for reading, John.
Thank you, Audrey. 😀
🤓