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Jen's NaPoWriMo Poems (1 Viewer)

Darren White

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This one makes me smile, Jen. Especially that last stanza.
And what are we but insignificant and invisible, seen from space?
 

Firemajic

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Dear Jen, loved your POV and your empathy for such a tiny creature, unnoticed until it encroaches on your territory... I am always scooping those fat, fuzzy Honey Bees out of the bird bath, I cannot bear the thought of them drowning...
 

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Oh I love that! You saved the little critter and put
him outside, (I do that too). Nor can he perceive
our world. I have a teeny weeny itsy bitsy spider
who lives in my bathroom. I watch her occasionally.
She webs under the radiator and every so often I
destroy her hard labors. Happily, she stays in the
bathroom. She has everything she needs, a water
source and dead skin.
I laughed out loud S2 L1-2-3...totally in the zone!

Thanks, Tuesday. I'm so glad I'm in the company of a fellow nut. ;) I love the idea of your pet spider - she sounds adorable! Our spiders have all been on body-building courses if their size is anything to go by - and their webs!! You could knit with them. I keep a special bowl for collecting the spiders so I can put them outside. We seem to get a lot of wildlife indoors. We've had baby jackdaws down the chimney and a robin that stole food from inside the kitchen. The weirdest visitor was a newt that turned up in the corner of our livingroom. They were all escorted back outside.
Oh yes, my houseworking methods! I hate the wretched job so much, I have always worn headphones and blasted my favourite songs into my brain as I go about hoovering and dusting. It's amazing how it eases the pain of having to do the cleaning. ;)


This one makes me smile, Jen. Especially that last stanza.
And what are we but insignificant and invisible, seen from space?

Nice thought, Darren. Sometimes, we can get an inflated view of our own importance on this planet. It pays to remember our vulnerability as a species sometimes, as Covid seems to be reminding us at the moment.

Dear Jen, loved your POV and your empathy for such a tiny creature, unnoticed until it encroaches on your territory... I am always scooping those fat, fuzzy Honey Bees out of the bird bath, I cannot bear the thought of them drowning...

Your empathy for all living things has always been clear to me - I still remember the family of baby squirrels that you reared. I worry about bees in the birdbath too. I used to leave a stick half submerged to allow them to climb out but the birds used to knock that out of the way. Now I place a suitable rock in there so they can crawl up onto it. :)
 

Firemajic

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ahhhh Jen!! YESSSS! those 3 free baby squirrels... cost me hundreds of dollars, but the pleasure they gave to me was priceless...That is a good tip, putting a rock in the bird bath, I will do that... I always knew we were kindred spirits.... sooo cool....
 

jenthepen

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April 14

when time runs out


at ten you were already a surrogate
for a steady absentee
hungry mouths with a dependency
plus a tendency to take what they need
and never read between the lines
to see that you deserved a life too

strange, this cold new situation
this sudden isolation
every chance of change now gone
clears a mind
and make tears run
when time runs out.
 

Firemajic

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This is painfully true, I did not know my Mother was at times, unhappy, until as an adult, she expressed to me some of her dreams that went unfulfilled....children see their parents as a different species, without a life separate from them.... your first stanza expressed this poignantly....
 

Firemajic

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This has a mystical vibe... like a spider prayer ;) maybe a prayer of thanks from the spider you rescued from your drain.... yessss ;)
 

jenthepen

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Mystic Jen... I like it! ;) The origin of this one was a bit more mundane though. I noticed a hatch of baby spiders in the garden and each one was trailing out a length of silk and using it as a parachute to carry it off on the wind. It's the way they disperse, I suppose. Come to think of it, that's pretty mystical in itself. :)
 

Firemajic

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Nature is magical, mysterious... I love the idea of those baby spiderlings setting sail on silk parachutes....
 

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April 17


The Fixer


To her, the world was a puzzle,​
a box of broken pieces​
that only she could fix.​
She struggled under the weight of it​
but always managed in the end
to bend reality to fit.

It is daunting to try to fit the pieces back together, after your life has been dismantled... a heavy burden...the struggle is real... and when the pieces do not fit, or some of the pieces are gone, that is when there is REAL courage... creating a new reality ...

This feels like a very personal poem and maybe an ongoing process, I think maybe one needs to take the broken pieces and create something completely different, a "new normal"... this is a poignant poem that shows great inner strength and acceptance ....
 

jenthepen

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April 18

Just for Fun?

Why is a good word​
and so is fizz​
but don’t try eaten​
or ate or even teat​
you will be beaten if you do.​

I once knew a guy​
who tried rot, gut and tike​
but sadly for him​
the only word​
that would have been worthwhile​
was disallowed​
for a spelling mistake.​

Some say the best word is​
Oxyphenbutazone​
but that’s just pretentious​
which, incidentally,​
is not as good as it looks.​
 

Firemajic

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"Why" IS a good word... I use it often when Smoooch [ my Pit bull] tears up something, or when another driver cuts me off.... anyway... cool stuff, Jen... and don't ask me "why"....;)
 

jenthepen

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I love the idea of a pit bull called Smooch. His image around the neighbourhood must have been severely compromised. ;)

Why is a good word and you've just reminded me of a poem I've been struggling to write for ages. It's called Why is Yellow? I might just get back onto that one.

I knew this one would cause confusion. ;) It's actually about a game called Scrabble where you have to make words from a random selection of letter tiles. The letters have different values and whoever scores most points, when all the tiles have been used, wins. That's why pretentious isn't as good as it looks because, although it has loads of letters, they mostly only score one point for each letter.
 

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