Monday, March 20, 2017

Puddle



Mirror Mirror!
Cry me a river
The translucent teardrops
Are actually from my forehead
Nothing but stinky fruits of my labour.

The beads of perspiration form
An amoebic puddle
Modern art
Won’t sell for a penny today
Investment for tomorrow you see.

On it,
I see myself of yesterday
A cartoon faced kid
Who wanted to be a detective ,
Kaleidoscopic dance
Ripples of time,
Myself of Today
An adultish looking person
Staring at pools and puddles
Wanting to dream again.


Written for Poet's united Midweek Motif 'Mirror'

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43 comments:

  1. Sanaa RizviMarch 21, 2017 at 8:59 PM

    Beautifully deep!

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  2. Gillena CoxMarch 21, 2017 at 9:02 PM

    hope lies in the want of dreams, a lovely ponder

    much love...

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    1. Samyuktha Semi JayaprakashMarch 24, 2017 at 12:45 PM

      Thank you gillena! :) Good to know there is hope and light around the corner

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  3. TimoteoMarch 21, 2017 at 10:24 PM

    Now this I like. Especially the ending.

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  4. MarianMarch 21, 2017 at 10:24 PM

    Aw, if only to be a detective, or an architect, or whatever a child imagines. Sigh.

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  5. AnonymousMarch 21, 2017 at 11:52 PM

    A lovely reflection. Those tears are precious indeed and perhaps they pave the way towards realizing new dreams.
    -HA

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  6. brudbergMarch 22, 2017 at 2:30 AM

    Sometimes the reward of growing up is just labor... maybe the tears of youth are preferable.

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    1. Samyuktha Semi JayaprakashMarch 24, 2017 at 12:48 PM

      So you're saying I won't get a fruit at the end of all this? :0

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  7. Bekkie SanchezMarch 22, 2017 at 6:37 AM

    Dreaming still, through your poetry. I like that you used a GIF with your poem.

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  8. Rosemary Nissen-WadeMarch 22, 2017 at 5:12 PM

    And in poetry we can dream again! :)

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  9. Gillena CoxMarch 22, 2017 at 11:35 PM

    Have a nice Wednesday

    much love...

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  10. Sherry Blue SkyMarch 23, 2017 at 1:24 AM

    I cant tell you how much I love this poem. I love the "cartoon faced kid" who wanted to be a detective, and especially love your closing lines about wanting to dream again. Kiddo, I can tell you - dream big and never stop dreaming. I am living proof it is never too late to dream!

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  11. Myrna R.March 23, 2017 at 2:46 AM

    I like the reflection in this about life, work, tears and dreams. Lovely writing.

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  12. indybevMarch 23, 2017 at 4:51 AM

    From childhood dreams to the reality of life ... still, never too late to dream!

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  13. MargaretMarch 23, 2017 at 6:25 AM

    "Modern art
    Won’t sell for a penny today
    Investment for tomorrow you see."

    but the creation of it made you happy. :) So keep at your dreams in some fashion or another

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  14. Sumana RoyMarch 23, 2017 at 2:14 PM

    aw...dreaming never stops for a dreamer...beautiful reflection...

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  15. UnknownMarch 23, 2017 at 8:58 PM

    look through the ripples
    mirror image of the ages
    dreams I see

    a fine and honest poem

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  16. SusanMarch 23, 2017 at 10:18 PM

    Very cool. Are you a detective? Detect-ing seems part of our poet task, to find, bring home and give. And to dream. If you want to, it's there.

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    1. Samyuktha Semi JayaprakashMarch 24, 2017 at 12:55 PM

      Yes , we do present facts and circumstances in our own way. Thank you for that enlightening observation!

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  17. GraceMarch 24, 2017 at 9:20 PM

    Dream on ~

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  18. Frank HubenyMarch 24, 2017 at 10:24 PM

    It seems like there will be plenty of opportunities to dream. I liked these lines: "Modern art
    Won’t sell for a penny today"

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  19. sunriseMarch 24, 2017 at 10:45 PM

    Awesome semi and enjoyed the poem and all the comments too !

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    1. Samyuktha Semi JayaprakashMarch 25, 2017 at 2:38 AM

      thank youu . This is the max comments any post of mine has received actually :D

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  20. brudbergMarch 25, 2017 at 2:29 AM

    If only.... if only

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  21. kaykualaMarch 25, 2017 at 10:23 AM

    The beads of perspiration form
    An amoebic puddle
    Modern art

    How the extent of hard work can be indicated by the profusion of sweat and tears turning out to be like 'modern art'. Very true Samyuktha!


    Hank

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  22. Sabio LantzMarch 25, 2017 at 3:45 PM

    Fun -- raw, honest and playful

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  23. indybevMarch 25, 2017 at 11:48 PM

    It's never too late to dream!

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  24. Sherry Blue SkyMarch 28, 2017 at 6:06 AM

    I love this poem so much I had to come back and read it again.

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  25. RajeshApril 25, 2017 at 10:47 PM

    Great shot.

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