Such is the map of life,
Until we have lived through it; then
This was inspired by Linda Krusheke’s paint-chip poetry #2, and I also drew from my experience (link to JusJoJan day 16) learning about humpback whales at an aquarium when I was in Hawaii this summer.
Lost afloat in the ocean,
One hears the mournful
Humpbacks’ whale song —
Is the pod nearby?
The music reaches, bittersweet,
All the way to the salmon, sockeye,
Who sing the blues because
They can’t make their way home.
My words sent out into the world,
Previously had doubts around them curled,
Set free upon the blog’s platform,
My unique self begins to have a form.
A form that’s well-received by others,
Even if the outside world smothers,
Connecting by pressing Publish with the cursor,
I wish to touch souls, and writers spur.
Planting words I hope for growth,
What wonderful blooms might bloom soon?
What vibrant colors could vivify,
With even the weeds becoming pretty?
Making friends with poetry creates an Eden,
However tiny, that need never end.
Gravity pushes down on my body,
Makes me feel weighted —
It took a while ’til it got bothersome;
But looking back I see
No wonder I wanted to sing,
Large voice soaring above my body.
No wonder I fantasized about being
Elphaba, brazenly declaring
“Nobody is ever gonna bring me down.”
Don’t forget to do the laundry,
Fold the shirts and hang the pants,
Make sure everything is washed,
Take an extra second glance
To ensure that there’s no stain:
Embarrassment is such a pain!
I apologize for this SoCS / JusJoJan day 11 post. My first 3 words were “don’t forget to,” and that can go in a multitude of directions, but all I could think of was laundry (which I have to finish later)!
Befalling people every day —
Holding unknown, powerful sway,
How quickly will change come this way?