An important part of the National Poetry Month Challenge is that I particularly mean to challenge nonpoets. Poets are welcomed of course. Everyone is. But I think the nonpoet has the most to gain from the challenge.
Poetry can be seem so isolating at times; it's the fault of often being too precise.
But I think we all can find our place in poetry or poetry can find its place in us.
But you never know until you try.
Going into my poem 3 and 4, I'm coming off of a disorienting weekend.
Saturday night landed me in the hospital with possible food poisoning, severe dehydration, and threatening labor all quelled under the good hands of friendly nurses and doctors and followed with several days of rest. So, no returning to work until Wednesday.
Thankfully, our au pair, a first for us, also started this weekend. Her first day was trial by fire, but I am so grateful she was there for us and our son, who we consequently did not have to drag to the hospital at 3:30 in the morning with us.
Since I'm bound to bed anyway, there is little excuse to avoid the poetry challenge, is there? My head still hurts and while the events above may seem like I'd be bringing you much more dramatic poems, this is all I've got for today.
NPMC 2016 Poem 3:
"Balance?"
They tell you timing is everything
and luck favors the prepared
that life always balances out in the end
karma
For some this is true
even when disaster strikes hard
a previous plan or foul up suddenly
comes into play and saves the day
buys you some time
or an extra resource
a lost key turns up at just the right time
a few seconds longer than normal
and a terrible crash avoided
a friendly new face
more help than you imagined
These small graces appreciated or overlooked
And things go wrong just as suddenly
for inexplicable reasons
In small ways and insurmountable ways
a few seconds longer
and they may have lived
if only they'd locked the door
or had a different name
simply confused for someone else
For some the errors are irreversable
the stroke of the disaterous clock
triggered by common error or none at all
a lost loved one
a tragedy of home
a job no more
does any amount of luck ever repay
can they ever have been prepared
what does this suggest about
karma
NPMC2016 Poem 4:
"Rain"
The rain scatters
it spats
it sprinkles against us
knocking on our windows
our roofs
our heads and backs
incessantly
it can't help it
it falls
helplessly to earth
to wash away the dirt
to sweep away the trash
down gutters and ruts
to soak friends and foe
to allow so many to flourish
Poetry can be seem so isolating at times; it's the fault of often being too precise.
But I think we all can find our place in poetry or poetry can find its place in us.
But you never know until you try.
Going into my poem 3 and 4, I'm coming off of a disorienting weekend.
Saturday night landed me in the hospital with possible food poisoning, severe dehydration, and threatening labor all quelled under the good hands of friendly nurses and doctors and followed with several days of rest. So, no returning to work until Wednesday.
Thankfully, our au pair, a first for us, also started this weekend. Her first day was trial by fire, but I am so grateful she was there for us and our son, who we consequently did not have to drag to the hospital at 3:30 in the morning with us.
Since I'm bound to bed anyway, there is little excuse to avoid the poetry challenge, is there? My head still hurts and while the events above may seem like I'd be bringing you much more dramatic poems, this is all I've got for today.
NPMC 2016 Poem 3:
"Balance?"
They tell you timing is everything
and luck favors the prepared
that life always balances out in the end
karma
For some this is true
even when disaster strikes hard
a previous plan or foul up suddenly
comes into play and saves the day
buys you some time
or an extra resource
a lost key turns up at just the right time
a few seconds longer than normal
and a terrible crash avoided
a friendly new face
more help than you imagined
These small graces appreciated or overlooked
And things go wrong just as suddenly
for inexplicable reasons
In small ways and insurmountable ways
a few seconds longer
and they may have lived
if only they'd locked the door
or had a different name
simply confused for someone else
For some the errors are irreversable
the stroke of the disaterous clock
triggered by common error or none at all
a lost loved one
a tragedy of home
a job no more
does any amount of luck ever repay
can they ever have been prepared
what does this suggest about
karma
NPMC2016 Poem 4:
"Rain"
The rain scatters
it spats
it sprinkles against us
knocking on our windows
our roofs
our heads and backs
incessantly
it can't help it
it falls
helplessly to earth
to wash away the dirt
to sweep away the trash
down gutters and ruts
to soak friends and foe
to allow so many to flourish
Loved the second one. Nature always inspires the best writings. There's so much about it, it's hard to capture it all in just a few words. Wrote a poem about nature too, just not rain.
ReplyDeleteThanks! The rain hitting my window unit was distracting so that's what I wrote about. :) It can be fun to write about nature.
ReplyDeleteI wish it would rain more, to be honest.
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