Puddles

30 thoughts on “Puddles”

1. Like this one, Bren. My youngest grandson, Kade, decided it would be fun to play in the puddles in the rain. He got sick and told me on the phone “I have something wrong with my head. I have a fever.” He’s all grown up at four and when I said he needs to stay in when it rains he replied, “yes, Mam. I love you.” Children and childhood always remain the same.

2. Great imagery!

3. Charming, nostalgic look back. I love the idea of inheriting the rain!

4. Beautiful poem with a splendid finish!

5. Bren- although I did not have a childhood of puddle jumping, your poem speaks to my heart about the child in me that is learning to jump in puddles now. We find things in our time. I love the possibilities in this poem.

   On another note, I just wanted to let you know that your comment on my wordle triggered something for me. I do not see an email for you so I will leave it here.-You said ,”a touch of nostalgic sadness and yet, it’s wistful and hope filled, there is a feeling of a fleeting ‘something’ about it that is neither happy nor sad, it just is.” This comment help me to see once again what I am doing many times when I write. Finding the line between sadness and hope, in acceptance and gratitude. Thank you for your comment.

6. Inherit it all–the rain and thunder and puddle and umbrella and the memory of the moment and the dream of the memory and the poem in which you give us the gift.

7. puddles are deep and mine when i find one… love the thought of deep puddles belonging to someone…

8. Lovely reminiscence, blending past and present — and what a perfect conclusion.

9. So evocative–and I loved your ending!

10. Ah, I miss splashing in puddles!
    Vivid imagery, love the fluid rhythm here.
    Great work!

11. Playing in puddles were joys of childhood. Wonderful blending of the words, Bren!

    Hank

12. Lovely! We are all children at heart when it comes to ‘puddle-jumping.”

13. Hi Brenda! A wonderful splash through those puddle memories–love that 🙂 really love that last line “inherit the rain as all mine” gave me that conspiratorial little girl smile…

14. Bren, you do bring the freedom of being a child out in this poem. Nicely wordled.

    Pamela

15. i adore those last three lines… coming into one’s element… embracing the gifts and blessings. This is a perfectly paced, just-long-enough poem. Lovely.

16. Great way to bring the words together!

17. YES! We have been a long time without rain here and so, when it finally came, today, it was so welcome. I so love “I…inherit the rain as all mine….”

18. Can’t beat sploshing in those puddles, enjoyed it

19. Daydreamertoo,

    Your beautiful words bring me right back to enjoyable days of great simplicity; when enjoyment was fun and free:)

    Thank you for your kind comment at my poem:)

    Eileen

20. An inheritor of rain is rich indeed!

    Whirling with Robinson Jeffers

21. inherit all the rain as mine….love that…and i love playing in puddles still…smiles…keep that childhood alive….smiles.

22. When we are children we own the world. I love this piece.

23. There is both joy and freedom expressed in your poem. Beautifully explored,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/

24. this is very good! Puddles! Yea!!!

25. I really enjoy the idea expressed in the last two lines of your poem, Bren…inheriting the rain…beautifully poetic!! Great wordle!!

26. Jumping through the puddles can be fun, sometimes it just has to be done.

27. I am a water baby…I think if I could breath under water I’d be living there now. Surly we can share the rain?

    Thanks for your visit. I always wonder where I’m going to go…some weeks I start with a direction and others I’m not so sure. And then the list comes out and we get to dance in the puddles of our imaginations…
    🙂

28. Those beautiful days ….

29. Kids and puddles, what fun.

30. A beautiful poem of childhood experience, Bren. And, for sure, children needed no excuses to slosh through those puddles.

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