Being Puddled

Remember once
we confluenced
converged as water
as the common tributaries;
when we were humans,
ocean-veins,
gravitating in a common
curiosity of salt;

before we solitaired
sheltered, swamped
in COVID-angst
while defying gravity
swamped and staled to puddles
dirt-soaked, waiting

Let there be rain again,
to set us free from bogs and ditch
so we may river-foam,
roar and water-waltz,
and seek the estuaries at rivers-end.

Today I host at dVerse and I want you to think about verbing. The process of making verbs out of nouns.

August 27, 2020

25 responses to “Being Puddled

  1. My daughter has just bought a puddle-suit for outside play when Lucas starts nursery on 7th September – it’s pale blue with dinosaurs. I love this poem and the verbifications you have included, Björn! I enjoy a good stamp in puddles too. I also love the phrase ‘ocean-veins, / gravitating in a common / curiosity of salt’ and the lines:
    ‘Let there be rain again,
    to set us free from bogs and ditch
    so we may river-foam,
    roar and water-waltz,
    and seek the estuaries at rivers-end.’

  2. There is nothing better than stomping through puddles, at any age. Give such a sense of joy and abandonment of all cares 🙂 Love especially that last stanza!

  3. Yes, let there be rain! You have such interesting imagery here, I’m feeling pretty inspired by it.

    “ocean-veins,
    gravitating in a common
    curiosity of salt;

    before we solitaired…”

    This is brilliant phrasing. I still can’t get over “ocean veins” and “solitaired”. I’m feeling pretty submerged in your imagery. Pun fully intended. 😉 But, really, I love the water imagery and I can just immerse myself into that feeling. We all feel like we’re in a drought with COVID-19. That resonates with me as well.

    Very beautiful piece, and what a creative prompt you had for us today. Thank you for it. ❤

  4. An excellent illustration for your prompt. This task seems to tweak our poems into an abstract landscape, like writing labels for Pollack paintings.

  5. A great metaphor for how we are all feeling – cut off and a little bit muddied. Your final stanza is glorious – yes, I want to “river-foam,
    roar and water-waltz”

  6. feel like I’ve been nouned …
    we aussies call it piddled, or is that riddled
    love the idea of ” river-foam,
    roar and water-waltz,”

  7. Covid 19 has angsted me until I’m fairly staled, for sure! Brilliant fun with words, Bjorn.

  8. I can so relate with COVID angst. My favorite part is the last stanza with:

    so we may river-foam,
    roar and water-waltz,
    and seek the estuaries at rivers-end.

  9. And THAT is how it’s done, Ladies and Gentlemen!

    Like Grace, my favorite lines:
    “…so we may river-foam,
    roar and water-waltz,”

    You da man, BR

  10. kaykuala

    to set us free from bogs and ditch
    so we may river-foam,
    roar and water-waltz,

    Grand designs of verbing rightly done.

    Hank

  11. Remember once
    we confluenced
    converged as water

    before we solitaired
    sheltered, swamped

    — You have verbed these nouns so beautifully, Bjorn…weaving them into a collective prayer. The end was winging its way into all of our hearts. 🙏

I try to reciprocate all comments. If you want me to visit a particular post, please direct me directly to that post.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.