Jumping In Puddles

 

 

 

They say there is a purpose

when a feather is freed in flight

and a snowflake softly flutters

upon a lover's kiss

 

and there are moments

 

when tears pause ~

inside a smile

 

and pink clouds promenade

in pretty pastel dreams.

 

There were days of shadow

when ships sailed

 

leaving pain in puddles

oh, I could have fallen,

if not for a friend

 

who played

with me, in the rain.

 

 

 

~

Reviews

[~Mary Ann~]

Thank God for those friends who play with you in the rain!!! Life has its moments does it not? Friends are wonderful. They can play with you in the rain.. keep you sheltered.. or just keep you from falling in those nasty puddles...

Pain in the puddles of rain.. A very poetic statement my friend.
Love your writes.. :)

[Desert Knave]

I love the positive feeling and the sense of emotional growth in this piece. It has a bit of innocence and open-heartedness that is rare these days. ~Jim

[Apryl Skies]

There is a lot of lovely here, but I am not sure I agree with the breaks nor the meter in certain parts. Your use of alliteration and imagery works, but the poem could use a bit of flow tampering as well as some punctuation. I do love some of the imagery and the sentiment... just some of the lines read a bit choppy and detract a bit too much in my opinion.

[Wondering Mind]

There is a purpose in everything, though at times it all seems so random, if not chaotic. Your poem brilliantly starts with this, and beautifully ends with it; at least this is what my simple mind understood. The friend with whom you played on a train kept you from falling.

Another wonderful write, my friend.