Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Tuesday April 12, 2011 NaPoWriMo Day #12


NaPoWriMo Day #12

Problem-solving
Focus on a "thing"
Interest wonders
Look harder
Try to discern
Shape
Texture
True color
Heft
Purpose

Look closely
Try to answer
The questions

The focus shifts
I begin to look
At it's neighbor
The relationship
Of the primary object
And what is around it
How they are similar
And how they are different

Perhaps it is my way to
Problem-solve
As I begin to focus upon an idea
It begins to spread
Like the roots of an old tree
Which mirror the tree
Connected
But not exactly the same
You can never be really sure
Of the direction or the depth
Of the taproot

One interest leads to another
There is no stillness
To thought
It moves at it's own will
A flash of lighting
Or the slow movement
Of a green turtle
Balancing the earth
Upon its' back
If we are to be in the game
We must follow
No preconceptions

The ground opens
The sky closes
Your world shifts
The light is shut out
Just for a while
But like water
It finds the way in
Seeks new direction
Pulling you along
Your curiosity wins
You follow

6 comments:

  1. darn muskrat putting earth ont he back of the turtle...nice reference...this was fun as i fall down the rabbit hole often...

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  2. Wow, this is wonderful - love the slow green turtle, the direction of the taproot.......marvellous introspection and exploration of direction. We are cookin' with gas these days, kiddo! Quite the journey!

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  3. Annell, this is marvelous and the last stanza is beautiful.

    Pamela

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  4. Good morning! I have been 'way' under the weather since Saturday and just now read your #8, 9, 10, 11 and 12! Where does this creative effort begin? How are you able to maintain it at such a pace? Truly remarkable.

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  5. Love your Day 12...the mirroring conception of acceptance allows is to ride freely on this turtle through the constellations...I love the fifth stanza...no preconceptions....good to get back to reading and writing again...feels so good...bkm

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  6. I love the way this poem traces the shape of thought, breath.

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