Yesterday morning, I saw the beautiful beta fish on top of the fish tank How? Why?
Lying there, hardly breathing The superb colourful fish that draws everyone’s look onto itself with all its gorgeousness was simply lying there, in the middle of the glass roof, far from any opening, under the hot lights – on the brink of death.
Was the fish tank too small? Did it feel like a trap? So silent and listless, the fish isn’t inclined to chat.
A moment is a lick at a chocolate candy where you get a blast of taste, a puff of smell, a sticky melt in your hand, seeing the brown disgrace it, but hearing nothing. Or was it a smell of the brown and seeing the stickiness? No matter which, you still hear nothing.
Or that isn’t so similar, after all, as a moment can be so much more. How much more exactly can a moment be? Blimey if I have the answer to that.
The brown stickiness of a moment can fade with no memory of eternity. So the candy will be eaten and all life will pass as a string of licks until its wholeness is exhausted.
A string of green licks will end a poisonous crescendo crowning the moment with a poem lasting longer than the moment itself.
For this poem, I used the prompt ‘Moment’ from Poetic Asides and a long list of instructions from the NaPoWriMo site called ‘Twenty Little Poetry Projects’. I didn’t use all the project prompts from there, but got enough to make poeming very entertaining. Check it out and try to follow the instructions to your own fantastic poem.
In Day 3 I offer you this attempt at looking at the current emergency with a sense of humour. Poetic Asides offered the prompt of ‘Follow [blank]’, and NaPoWriMo site suggested poets to generate a list of rhymes/near rhymes from a set of words of our choice. I looked around and picked up words like desktop, face cream, file. Then, I used my original ones, to be honest, although I checked the generated word pool and was quite intent to use those, as well. As usual, I did simply follow my poetic pen.
I’m Waiting in A Tiresome Line Looking down at my shoes with their fine lace of cool design (Which are not actually mine, but that’s a matter of another story) While at the same time A young and no-doubt-sweet-for-his-mother child Dressed in cute green overalls, A cruel spear in his right hand, which I hear is tenderly called ‘magic wand’, Takes a bite into a sandwich much relished, Mumbling crumbs and vegetable pieces through His tirelessly prattling mouth. A moment later, crumbs and spit are on my shiny shoes. Trying to wipe them away tangles the mixture deeper in the lace (not mine, remember?) On which I decide to chase The poor mother to a bitter end for why she didn’t mind her beast.
Looking at her face, Takes my anger off the messy trace. And I wave off her distressed question if she should pay For cleaning of the lace, As I continue waiting in the line So fine.
(c) 2020 soulmary
Written for the Sunday Whirl #444. There are some great pieces shared there, check them out.
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Inspired by my friends, Marie Elena and Walt, on their blog, Poetic Bloomings. This is a list of words: walk, Autumn, carrot, lake, race, embrace, song, throw, annual, ego – and as the first step of the exercise, we need to write a sentence using each. Sentences are not connected, however, they need to have some poetic potential.
1. I walk alone in the garden of Eden where flowers bloom in fairy tale haze.
2. Autumn follows summer playing with it, not chasing, just singing in a duet of increasingly ragged tunes.
3. The best sun screens for children contain carrots thus making a jolly triangle of orange childhood.
4. Mirroring the snow-white peak is the lake, quietly caressing me.
5. You can’t win at a rat race unless you’re a rat.
6. Yoga teachers always say, “Embrace yourself”. Are we allowed to pray?
7. Who can hear the song of the cricket?
8. Throw a ball of snow.
9. I used to take part in annual competitions, I used to be thrilled and wanted to win.
10. One’s greatest struggle is the one for subduing one’s ego.
To see other poets’ worthy lines, Poetic Blooming website is at a click distance. I can’t wait to see what the next step will be.