“A watched kettle never boils” (Proverb)
When my schedule allows I like to stand my hand on the rumbling my eyes outside noting the way the rain drops cling to the wired grid of the cat yard roof. I'm reminded of Elon Musk how he's netting the Earth in satellites. While I debate space travel pros and cons the kettle does boil and I listen to my pouring knowing it sounds different / more hissy than cold water. Many years ago my husband sketched a mental image - coal fired power stations pumping out particulate brown snot He said "If you put too much water in, the coal fired power stations have to work harder" Not long after, with my toddlers, I had a go at boiling a tiny beaker of water in the science museum. I pedaled a crank with my toddler-fit arm muscles. A minute in and my arms ached... nay, stung! And the little digital readout said fifty five degrees and I huffed and puffed some more and my children got bored and pulled at my shirt and I laughed and gave up and wiped my brow and it became a mantra for kettle boiling time "Give the sky a rest" Down here, our little planet is beset with boiling kettles. So I like to watch now if I can, don't get distracted. Boil once where possible. Humans don't deserve to spoil Mars but we can enjoy a cup of tea if we're careful.
written for MERRILDSMITH’S D’Verse poetics prompt “The Proverbial”
To use another proverb: “Better late than never.”
It’s fantastic and inspiring
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Thank you!!! π
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Super post. Encapsulates how little actions performed by billions can make an enormous difference! π
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Indeed. Thanks, Hobbo!
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Your inclusion of the other proverb at the end made me smile. π Thanks for sharing your poem.
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clever as ever, Worms. I enjoyed this one a lot!
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David
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Thanks, David. π
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Love this, Worms. How enchanting and clever! I really enjoyed these few lines:
“noting the way the rain drops
cling to the wired grid
of the cat yard roof.”
The visuals here are sweet and immersing. β€
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Thanks, Lucy!
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love the way this poem travels to the last stanza; a disquisition on boiling kettles leads to surprising places π
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π Thanks John. I was very pleased with how my remembering seeing the grid of raindrops gave the poem an extra dimension I’m glad you liked it.
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it was one of my mum’s favourite sayings too;I was intrigued what you did with it π
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Well done. Really sums up how a lot of us feel.
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Thanks, Bob. I’m pondering it this morning (having written it at 1:30am) and wondering whether to try and make it more poetic. Not sure.
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It worked out very well!
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Wow, this is a phenomenal piece. Since the proverb at the beginning of the poem, I was captivated! Wondeful job!
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Thanks Sircharles! Glad it worked for you.
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Wonderful β€
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Thanks, Kate. π
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Beautiful poem! I loved the visuals – in my mind it conjured up an image of all these kettles boiling at once and hearing them whistle whilst floating in space! I really enjoyed your economical style as well, short sentences and choice words. Lovely π
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Thank you. π. Love the images it conjured for you!!
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