to walk into troubling situations
(we all do)
and pushing through
aware, with purpose
lawrence of arabia
david and goliath
In honor of National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) during the month of April, I am unveiling the following poem, inspired, probably, by Shel Silverstein.
Feet are good to walk upon
and good for running, too;
Without them very many things
would be quite hard to do:
like pedaling, kicking, standing, stomping,
wading through the goo;
like dancing, skipping,
frolicking and fun;
playing piggy-toes and footsie,
and swimming in the sun;
and trekking, climbing,
in a toga,
standing up and balancing,
or stretching out your toes;
or wearing shoes or sandals,
or snowshoes when it snows;
or socks or clogs or moccasins,
sneakers, skates, or cleats;
flip flops, or flippers; even bare
we love our feet;
Through blisters, cuts, and bunions,
twisted ankles, and stubbed toes,
our feet are always there for us,
just like our eyes or nose;
Digging into sandy surf,
on mud or grass or street,
our feet are here to ground us, so
appreciate your feet!
If you look closely, you can see the shy manatee lurking under the water, just above center.
A hysterically self-conscious manatee
had trouble maintaining her sanity;
She swam up to a pier,
where she looked in a mirror:
Self-repugnance gave way to great vanity.
—Dedicated to R.M., in recognition of his great admiration for large marine mammals
seated on a rope spool
around the small family table
i was offered something special.
green and oval
like an avocado, but, with scales.
i stared in wonder. papa with great panache,
and a paring knife, demonstrated ever so precisely
the flaying and vivisection
of this most noble fruit.
pink, like watermelon,
tangy sweetness, like a strawberry,
but not …
perfume for the tongue, atomized
ambrosia. undefinable; no reference point.
big back eyes that were seeds, staring back innocently.
cooling and green, like nectar from a melon
forming a long rivulet that dripped off my chin.
that was before computers.
today I looked up cherimoya on wikipedia:
“although the cherimoya cannot stand snow,
it does like to see it in the distance.”
(See NaPoWriMo.net to participate!)
I’m not sure if you’ve heard, but April is National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). And for the first time ever, I’ve caught onto a writing challenge at the beginning! Every November is National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), but a novel in 30 days (or even a lot more days) is still a bit daunting to me. However, I can actually commit to a poem a day for 30 days. So if you don’t see new posts here for periods of time, it’s because of the effort I’m putting into my other blog, From Under the Pages. Check out my daily poems there. Heck, if you like them, you can even follow me there! Also, if you’re interested in reading other poetry, wander over to Napowrimo.net to get daily optional prompts, and read featured poets. You can also have your blog listed on the NaPoWriMo participants’ list. Happy poem-writing! Another great source of poetic inspiration is Poets.org, the website of the Academy of American Poets.