The Interior of the Puddle

The Interior of the Puddle

Inside the puddle there’s a sky.
The clouds up high
Are now below
But muddied so.

I walk and bring along my mind.
We love to find
What’s likely true
And joyful, too.

A fantasy made from the light
Still isn’t night.
It’s truly day
Revealed this way.

Photo: “The Interior of the Puddle” by the author linked to K’lee and Dale‘s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the prompt “Interiors”.

I am linking this also to the imaginary garden with real toads’ Tuesday Platform.

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

71 thoughts on “The Interior of the Puddle”

    1. The puddle’s truth could be deeper than the reflection of its surface. I was thinking the reflections of a puddle could be an alternate metaphor to the shadows on the wall of Plato’s cave. Thanks, Jill!

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  1. This is absolutely fantastic, Frank! Love the shot and the poem is the perfect accompaniment. Well done, and once again, thank you for joining in on our challenge!

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    1. Thank you, Jeren! I am practicing a new form I learned a week ago called the “minute” form, 60 syllables arranged in three stanzas of 20 syllables with rhyme pattern aabb ccdd eeff and using iambic meter.


  2. There’s a cheery camaraderie between singer and song here, both finding something full and quenching in a puddle–not the surface, which is the first encounter, but the depth. And it’s a “fantasy made from the light”: defined by what we see, instead of the “night” we can’t. Nice little deep refresher.

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  3. I loved these inversion of perspective. Usually puddles are ignored in favour of lakes or seas. Seing the sky in a puddle changes everything.

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    1. A calm lake is impressive with a reflection of mountains. When I was walking there, I stopped for some reason, and then saw the puddle which surprised me in its simplicity. It is impressive in its way as well. I’m glad you liked it, Danik!


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