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Napowrimo

  • One last poem before I go to bed:

The earth isn’t what it appears to be

Each living thing has its own part.

Grandmother Spider has made it all work

together with no sign of a heart.

Although each thing lives on another

it will work out in the end.

The winner will someday be loser,

The loser will someday defend.

Never will things work together.

The earth doesn’t have enough room.

Species keep disappearing.

It’s only just part of earth’s gloom.

When I get to the other dimension

and am able to see Dad again,

I won’t give a hoot about earth things

Or what I’ve been through or have been.

I look forward to my next journey.

I’m not worried at all about death.

I feel that death is a beginning

of another nice sort of a breath.

Please don’t feel bad when I leave you.

You’ll soon be joining me, too.

And after our rest in the graveyard

we’ll have many more things to do.

New places, new thoughts, new beginnings.

Who knows where or with who we will be?

If there’s nothing then we won’t be worried

Because we’ll be gone don’t you see?

So don’t miss me please just look forward

To things that we can’t even sense

and don’t look so sorry and speak of me

as if I was in the past tense.

NaPoWriMo 2013, #15, Pantun Prompt and More

I’m so proud of myself. Not only did I do a pantun “The Three Sisters” but I also wrote something (whatever it is) called “And In The Beginning”!

THE THREE SISTERS

I look at the beans climbing corn fast.
Knowing the squash will care for the earth.
My sister leads my sister last.
I’ve known I’ll feed my mother since birth.

AND IN THE BEGINNING

Grandmother Spider, done with her weaving
needed some companionship.
She moulded some clay into four different people
and poured on some brown, white, red, yellow slip.

Thus, People were made who wandered all over
and found a hole in Grandmother’s ground.
They looked down, surprised that they couldn’t see bottom
and lowered a vine so that they could climb down.

The vine was in fact, way too short in the long run.
The People too tired and wanting some fun,
they let go the vine and fell farther and farther
They smiled as they felt the warm rays of the sun.

Red, White, Brown, Yellow looked down and saw water
and knew right away that they were sunk
but wise turtle saw them and quickly swam over.
They landed then with a clunk, clunk, clunk and clunk.

Turtle, he swam for eons and eons
Growing bigger and bigger as things usually do.
Brown, Red, White, Yellow were then separated.
The shell turned to earth and vegetables grew.

The hole then turned black along with the ages.
The people forgot they were brothers to start,
So hatred started twixt red, White, brown, Yellow
and Grandmother Spider did break her own heart.