Puddle Power
.
Some see merely mud.
I behold a rainbow'd whirl,
Iridescent glow.
Puddle power calls.
See the colors blend,
Ripping with the softest breath,
Not just oil spill.
.
Who needs rubber boots?
Grab your grubby sneakers fast.
Feel the soggy squish.
Puddle power calls.
Learn to walk again.
Feel the fun. The world is new.
Celebrate in style.
Note: This poetic reflection on puddles is written in NaisaiKu form, a tightly constructed structure of strict syllabic stanzas, including a titular repetition within each one. Ironically, the most carefree fun may even be found within a specific format, as many experimental poets may discover.
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