Five Answers

Personal Reflection 1 Minute 
(i)
my kite strings sagged,
dragged like caterpillar lumps,
the soft grass not offering any lift
skies don’t laugh, just watch brightly;
pale pinions and the rimming Earth
and a quiet fleet of butterflies

the ones seen and shimmering

(ii)
the paddock,  wide as literature,
finds me in the middle
examining a ladybird, crawling
on my own hand.  I am well clear
of the borders teeming with 
unnamed shoulders,  vying and lungeing 

fences built, dismantled and surveyed again

(iii)
nobody has heard my voice
in song or schism 
nor yelling titan dreams 
to the spiral of space
I’m muted by a belief
that stars whirl among themselves

(iv)
in a large hall,  carpeted with history
I see us all with our feet in thick pile
I turn to my reflection
grey above my forehead
like the lace kissing a ship’s prow

time makes way, makes way

(v)
it’s realising
that the floorboards you walk on
wouldn’t be here
without the builder
the factory
the trees
the forest workers
and their tiny buckets of seeds

it all seems so long ago

Written for NaPoWriMo Day #18 “Today’s prompt is based on Faisal Mohyuddin’s poem “Five Answers to the Same Question.” Today, I’d like to challenge you to write your own poem that provides five answers to the same question – without ever specifically identifying the question that is being answered.”

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13 thoughts on “Five Answers”

  3. This whole poem is exquisite, Worms. Too many good lines to quote but I love these:

    “wide as literature”

    “nobody has heard my voice
    in song or schism
    nor yelling titan dreams ”

    “time makes way, makes way”

    and the way it ends, nostalgic and beautiful. I have yet to pen mine for today! (And thanks for the follow!)

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    1. Thanks so much, K. I am so glad you think so. I’m probably not meant to say this but it’s meant to be thanking all the women before me who made space so that I could be a lazy little turd who does nothing for feminism and still has a good life. LOL

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