29/02 – Poem a Day Compilation Bonus Poem
I stood at the edge of the forest
The sunlight barely filtering through
The wind gusted about me
And I wrapped my cloak around my shoulders
The basket I carried was heavy
Full of treats for my grandmother dear
Who lived all by herself
On the other side of the forest
I’d made this trip before
With my mother several times
And know they way off by heart
Even if it does look so very dark
I’d been warned about the creatures
Who live in the forest
And how they might try to tempt me
Away from the path before me
I was to ignore their plaintiff cries
And continue on my way
Straight to Grandma’s house
With no delay at all
As I ventured deep in to those woods
A wolf first howled then cried to me
Begging for some tasty treats
That surely wouldn’t be missed
But I remembered my mother’s warning stern
And kept right along the path
The wolf tracking right there with me
Hoping I’d change my mind
The wolf it was most cunning, though
And it snuck ahead of me
Arriving at my Grandma’s house
Before I was even near
It made its way into her room
And gobbled her up right there
Then lay upon her bed in wait
For me to walk through the door
The wolf did not look at all the same
As my Grandma’s gentle features
The ears, the eyes, the nose, the teeth
All certain give aways
I screamed my little heart up
Until I thought my lungs would burst
And a woodchopper working down the lane
Came running to help me out
He startled at the sight he saw
A wolf bigger than he’d ever seen
And me, a little girl wrapped up
Under the reddest cape there ever was
With one swift swipe he sliced the wolf
Straight down the front as it reared
And out stepped my Grandma
Without a scratch anywhere on her
The woodchopper took the wolf outside
And Grandma had a shower
She said she felt a little odd
From her ordeal inside the wolf
Then we three sat and had some treats
To calm our shaken nerves
And all agreed this story would
Never be believed
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats) Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.
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Tuesday, March 2, 2021
Wednesday, January 20, 2021
Sometimes, I Wonder
21/01/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation
Sometimes, I wonder
Not about the big things
But about the small,
The insignificant things
And whether they are,
In fact,
The most important things
In the world or,
At least,
My world.
Sometimes, it’s ok
That I didn’t save the world
Because I don’t think
I’d know how to do that
And, besides,
Maybe I am
Saving the world
One recycled bottle
Or saved litre of water
At a time.
Sometimes, I forget
That individuality
Doesn’t mean insignificance
When I can change
Myself,
My thoughts,
My actions,
My whole attitude
And make this world
A little better.
Sometimes, I am overwhelmed
By the hill I must climb
And the burden I carry
But, then,
Who else but me
Will bear my own troubles
For, if I cannot save myself,
How can I possibly
Expect the same from others
When they stumble.
Sometimes, I am strong
And there is nothing
I cannot accomplish,
No battle I can’t win
And no friend I can’t help
For simply being
An ear to listen,
A hand to hold,
A mind to understand –
Someone with whom to share.
Sometimes, I wonder
And it’s ok
That I forget
Or am overwhelmed
Because I am strong –
Because I am me.
Sometimes, I wonder
Not about the big things
But about the small,
The insignificant things
And whether they are,
In fact,
The most important things
In the world or,
At least,
My world.
Sometimes, it’s ok
That I didn’t save the world
Because I don’t think
I’d know how to do that
And, besides,
Maybe I am
Saving the world
One recycled bottle
Or saved litre of water
At a time.
Sometimes, I forget
That individuality
Doesn’t mean insignificance
When I can change
Myself,
My thoughts,
My actions,
My whole attitude
And make this world
A little better.
Sometimes, I am overwhelmed
By the hill I must climb
And the burden I carry
But, then,
Who else but me
Will bear my own troubles
For, if I cannot save myself,
How can I possibly
Expect the same from others
When they stumble.
Sometimes, I am strong
And there is nothing
I cannot accomplish,
No battle I can’t win
And no friend I can’t help
For simply being
An ear to listen,
A hand to hold,
A mind to understand –
Someone with whom to share.
Sometimes, I wonder
And it’s ok
That I forget
Or am overwhelmed
Because I am strong –
Because I am me.
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