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Puddle



Mirror Mirror!
Cry me a river
The translucent teardrops
Are actually from my forehead
Nothing but stinky fruits of my labour.

The beads of perspiration form
An amoebic puddle
Modern art
Won’t sell for a penny today
Investment for tomorrow you see.

On it,
I see myself of yesterday
A cartoon faced kid
Who wanted to be a detective ,
Kaleidoscopic dance
Ripples of time,
Myself of Today
An adultish looking person
Staring at pools and puddles
Wanting to dream again.


Written for Poet's united Midweek Motif 'Mirror'

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  1. hope lies in the want of dreams, a lovely ponder

    much love...

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    1. Thank you gillena! :) Good to know there is hope and light around the corner

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  2. Now this I like. Especially the ending.

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  3. Aw, if only to be a detective, or an architect, or whatever a child imagines. Sigh.

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  4. A lovely reflection. Those tears are precious indeed and perhaps they pave the way towards realizing new dreams.
    -HA

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    1. Thank you! :) Hope to cry happy tears one day.

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  5. Sometimes the reward of growing up is just labor... maybe the tears of youth are preferable.

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    1. So you're saying I won't get a fruit at the end of all this? :0

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  6. Dreaming still, through your poetry. I like that you used a GIF with your poem.

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  7. Have a nice Wednesday

    much love...

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  8. I cant tell you how much I love this poem. I love the "cartoon faced kid" who wanted to be a detective, and especially love your closing lines about wanting to dream again. Kiddo, I can tell you - dream big and never stop dreaming. I am living proof it is never too late to dream!

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    1. Thank you so much Sherry! <3 I shall keep dreaming :)

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  9. I like the reflection in this about life, work, tears and dreams. Lovely writing.

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  10. From childhood dreams to the reality of life ... still, never too late to dream!

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  11. "Modern art
    Won’t sell for a penny today
    Investment for tomorrow you see."

    but the creation of it made you happy. :) So keep at your dreams in some fashion or another

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  12. aw...dreaming never stops for a dreamer...beautiful reflection...

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    1. :) maybe I should have titled this poem as 'dreamer'

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  13. look through the ripples
    mirror image of the ages
    dreams I see

    a fine and honest poem

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  14. Very cool. Are you a detective? Detect-ing seems part of our poet task, to find, bring home and give. And to dream. If you want to, it's there.

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    1. Yes , we do present facts and circumstances in our own way. Thank you for that enlightening observation!

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  15. It seems like there will be plenty of opportunities to dream. I liked these lines: "Modern art
    Won’t sell for a penny today"

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  16. Awesome semi and enjoyed the poem and all the comments too !

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    1. thank youu . This is the max comments any post of mine has received actually :D

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  17. The beads of perspiration form
    An amoebic puddle
    Modern art

    How the extent of hard work can be indicated by the profusion of sweat and tears turning out to be like 'modern art'. Very true Samyuktha!


    Hank

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  18. I love this poem so much I had to come back and read it again.

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