Any Time of Day – GloPoWriMo 2017 – Day Four – Enigma

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Any Time of Day

I am slippery

I am smooth

And I am top

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I am made of paper

I have songs to sing

I am in a folio

Sometimes,

I am three in the wind

 .

I am curved in places

I am a modern innovation

I’m always on the bottom

.

I am made of paper

I have stories to tell

I am a favourite of lovers

Any time of day

Some would do without me

Some would not

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Sometimes I cover the ground

I am old as trees

Sometimes you see through me

Or sometimes, the broad view

Through the trees

And I will come to mind

Sometimes I am rain

.

I am made of paper

I have songs to sing

Sometimes, I am three in the wind

Sometimes, I am rain

 

Benita H. Kape © 4.4.2017

 

 

Today I’d like you to take some inspiration from Elgar and write a poem with a secret – in other words, a poem with a word or idea or line that it isn’t expressing directly. The poem should function as a sort of riddle, but not necessarily a riddle of the “Why is a raven like a writing desk?” variety. You could choose a word, for example, “yellow,” and make everything in the poem something yellow, but never actually allude to their color. Or perhaps you could closely describe a famous physical location or person without ever mentioning what or who it actually is.

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Oh, My Little One – GloPoWriMo – Day Three – Today’s prompt: Elegy

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Oh, My Little One

to: Andrew

Oh, my little one,

you lived your few days

in an incubator, the better

to assist your survival.

We held you, but oh,

so seldom. Mostly I sat

at your side and watched

your incredible struggle;

hands grasping the tubes,

tugging and pulling at those

wretched contraptions, while

secretly I cheered you on.

.

That everlasting pause,

as the vicar,

elderly and perplexed studied

the tiny opening through which

he would drop the tiniest dribble

of blessed water to your forehead:

and signed the cross in the thin air

above you. All was rushed, yet all

was still as still. The next morning

they flew you to the big city, the

amazing hospital of modern miracles:

your little body opened but nothing

could be done. Where should be

a left ventricle of your heart, you

had little, valves awry. Today the

miracles increase; but not then.

.

This year it will be fifty since you

were born and died within a few days.

There are times, my son when it feels

like yesterday. And we are wont to say

the dead look down on us. Oh, my

little one, are you there?

Benita H. Kape © 3.4.2017

This took place in New Zealand. A few days previously the first ever heart replacement operation had taken place in Sout Africa. My husband and I were saying to each other ‘If only we had a spare heart to give’. It was forty years before I would learn that the left ventricle had never fully developed though I did know of valve malfunction at the time. Sometimes they thought that was sufficient information.

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