the puddles

all illusions ended

 senses awake

from fantasy to reality

pain our constant reminder

of  that raging fire

that burning embers

still alight with ire

grey ashes scattered

on the ground

dispersed by pouring rain

washing grievances within;

peace found in muddied puddles beneath

my feet  wishing the sun will shine again

 blessing bountiful expressions of love

beneath my chest.



  1. jovenquintos1973 · July 21, 2015

    Mag online k skpye


  2. Himali Shah · July 21, 2015

    Superb poem ! 😇

    Liked by 1 person

    • franz · July 21, 2015

      Thanks ,Himali it’s a pleasure to know. I’m very happy.


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