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Puddles
Puddles
I don't like the way you jump over puddles,
and forget to throw down your coat
when I'm walking behind you.
Can't you hear me splashing, drowning
in the water you have somehow ignored
while it floods my streets.
Wear your galoshes
because dirt changes into mud
when it gets wet.
Are you rude or just ignorant?
You are moving fast
and I am slowed by the pelting rain
against my naked skin.
I am just footsteps fading away,
but my shadow is taller
than I could ever expect to be.
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Comment by: - 2007-03-11 12:30
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| Wow. I can't believe I haven't read this before. I agree with Min, don't change a word. For me this poem treats a similar subject as "Separation Anxiety", but in a much more subtle way. Lovely. :) |
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Comment by: Min - 2006-07-07 01:55
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| I really can't say why I empathise with this. I just do. Don't change a word. |
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Comment by: PANDORA - 2006-06-24 05:57
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| It is like you are being left behind by your own shadow, while you "fade"away. A very sad poem. I see rain as cleansing, it is nice to see the exact opposite. Shows me a different dimension. ** |
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| The imagery in the poem is fascinating. It really leaves the reader feeling for the person left behind, not only in the rain, but in so many other ways. Thank you for sharing. |
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