In a puddle I ponder

Of love, hope and wonder



Puddled Musings


If I could wash away my innocence
In muddy puddles of rain
Would it make me any more insane?

If I could drink an ounce of joy
And love that tramp for who he is
Would I know all the answers to the next quiz?

If I could cheat the wealth of an obstinate fool
After counting each blessed sin
Would I be allowed to evil grin?

If I could measure darkness
Of an empty room
Would hearts be filled with that much gloom?

If I could confide in a summer ray
And anchor hope on bashful pride
Would you bother to choose a side?

If I could thread sparked thought on a spindle
And weave enough to make a skirt
Would I still be dreaming here on earth?




Poetry by Zoey Jane
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Written on 2009-03-25 at 15:39

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