The Interior of the Puddle

You’re certainly a “mindful” poet!

Poetry, Short Prose and Walking

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”.

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About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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4 Responses to The Interior of the Puddle

  1. Thanks for bringing this to my attention. It’s a wonderful poem!

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  2. frankhubeny says:

    Thank you for reblogging this, Nan!

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