Untitled - XLVIII

Untitled - XLVIII



I playfully stomped in a puddle of letters,

and splatter of words sprayed all around.

The minds sponge gathered the droplets,

and before long, a phrase was formed.


Like a child, I jumped from puddle to puddle,

joyfully collecting every word that I could.

The thrill, the exhilaration of forming phrases,

led me to pen this, call it what you would.


  • Arvy

    i would call it "a coincidence"
    this was so refreshing to read!

  • Fay Slimm.

    Brilliant imagery I call it - I love the picture of jumping in puddles of letters to catch better words.

  • HannahElisabeth

    I love the childlike glee you express in playing around with words, "gathered like droplets"

    I would call it sheer delight, at least it was to read.

  • L. B. Mek

    that first stanza starkly portrays
    my start to every write, lol
    thanks for sharing

  • Neville

    how extraordinarily graphic and otherwise brill ... a happy post for sure ................................................N

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