Thoughts on a puddle

P1320363When you come across a sight like this it makes you stop and think, seriously. It’s got that wow factor, don’t you think? (bless me for I have done something wrong again!) Lets face it, an almost fully eclipsing moon is going to make you stare right back at it isn’t it, and say thank you for being so alive in that moment, like freshly hot buttered toast, I mean freshly baked bread and home churned butter, you can swallow that can’t you? I couldn’t stop staring, entranced in a cliche of smallness, all life reflected back, each birth of my precious boys, that screaming joy and laughter, unbelieble creations. And how at times we suffer for our joy, one barefoot moment after another, we kid ourselves we wear shoes of leather, that the corn fields are yellow, that our moon will always shine. Be happy if you can.

Author: pennysharman

Penny is a qualified Complimentary Therapist with over 20 years experience. She is also a counselor, a healer and an awesome cook! Penny is a photographer and artist, but her focus for over 15 years has been writing poetry. Penny has an MA for Creative writing from Edge Hill University. She has had over 100 poems published in magazines such as The Interpreter’s House, Obsessed with Pipework, Strix, The North, Ink Sweat & Tears and Beautiful Dragons Anthologies. Penny’s pamphlet Fair Ground 2019 published by Yaffle Press and her first Collection Swim With Me In Deep Water 2019 published by Cerasus Poetry are available to buy from her website: pennysharman.co.uk Penny’s second collection is to be published in 2020/2021 by Knives Forks & Spoons Press.

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