Written for:  Carpe Diem #1047, Riddles or Puddles


where do they go?
these flowers on a path
by summer’s passing

© Jane Reichhold


dried up
puddles covered with pollen
moiré shapes of shores

in puddles
the pattern of raindrops
dyes the hills green

spring sky
snow-melt puddles filling
to the brim

© Jane Reichhold

Here is my attempt:

Red boots jump
little girls laugh, and scream
water tickles their knees


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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One Response to Puddles

  1. Lovely word artistry! I very much enjoy your imagery and writing style.

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