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Monday, April 18, 2011
Monday April 18, 2011 NaPoWriMo Day #18/Magpie #62
Magpie #62
Eggs on a Plate
As usual
I awoke
Long before my desire
To relinquish
The surviving trace
Of my nighttime
Slumber
The sky still indigo
Searched for the last morning star
Found the hammered golden disk
On the horizon
Made my wish in
Emerald green
Returned to my coffee
Dark and rich
You have laid
My breakfast upon
The willow plate
A scene of Japan
Blue and white
Two golden disks
Like the full moon
Times two
Nuclear meltdown
Broken yokes
Spill upon
The landscape
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NaPoWriMo Day #18
Floating Debris
Flotsam and Jetsam
We are all but
Floating debris
Upon the waters of life
Have no idea where we have been
Uncertain where we are going
We stretch out to full length
We touch each other
Fingers and toes entwined
For fear we aren't
Really here at all
The echos of my screams
Also float near me
Bump into bits of plastic
Feeds nothing
Kills much
Where are we going
The destination
Is determined
By the current
And you say
It is alive in each of us
For perhaps even though
Our journeys are unique
We seek the same
Final destination
You chart the stars
Count each one
Assign names
Lean back
Float the flow
I wait for you
And we ask
Who is responsible
For this
We listen
The answer comes
Echoing back
Like the sound
Of a fog horn
The responsibility
Is ours
It is mine
I wrote this in response to Sherry Blue Sky's post. http://stardreamingwithsherrybluesky.blogspot.com/2011/04/floating-debris.html
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13 comments:
a chilly echo there in the end...love the stanza about stretching out to touch each other to affirm we are real...
I so love what you did with the eggs, linking thyem to Japan. And your floating debris poem is spectacular, just could not be any better. I love "the responsibility is ours". Fabulous writing, Annell.
nice breakfast poem-with-a-message
Love, love the breakfast poem, Annell. The second is an excellent response to Sherry's post.
Pamela
Breakfast poem is delightful. Debris raises many questions, and yet you find an answer. Love the line "the destination is determined by the current and you say it alive in each of us."
Elizabeth
I enjoyed both pieces... love the way you twisted the ending of the first one, and drew such vivid imagery in the second.
~laurie
I really like how you tied in the events in Japan through the Blue Willow pattern, Annell. Very nice.
Both pieces, poignant... simple breakfasts reminding us of the simple losses at the destinations of the flow, at the beginnings of the flow. Ultimately reaching each and every one of us, each to be responsible.
Yes, that piece of china speaks volumes ... love both of your poems, Annell.
Marvelous pieces, both of them!
Wonderfully descriptive and poignant...
Liked both poems - the 'breakfast' outstanding!
Anna :o]
Nice Magpie! Love! :o)
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