Basket – Emily – Early Bird 31.3.2022

holds – just – firmaments ….

Because at the moment, too many
Rainy day for me, and yet more rain.

Some said it went on for twenty days:
Others said only twelve.
Well t’was day two began the flooding,

Bridges washed away. Forty seven
Roads closed. The heavens just
Wept and wept and wept some more.

Sometimes heavy, sometimes slow
But it went on. The basket we call
Earth slipped and slid and lake upon

Lake – we felt no justice. Until finally
In April the rain eased. Though it was
A weak – entrance – the sun made.

Emily, such heavy baskets we produced.
It’s not by God, but human – climate change.
& I – being human – as guilty as the rest.

Benita H. Kape (c) 1.4.2022

I think this poem is too pragmatic for Emily. But with the line I chose: first line of a second stanza poem number 352 this is just what came to me. Wrote it for Early Bird the 31st March but only now got to post.

NaPoWriMo 2022 – Early Bird

Dickinson is known for her elliptical style, unusual word choices, and mordant sense of humor. Over the past year, I’ve experimented with writing poems based on, or responding to, various lines from her poems. Today, I’d like to challenge you to do the same! Here are a few lines of Dickinson’s that might appeal to you (the slashes indicate line breaks):

“Forever might be short”
“The absence of the Witch does not / Invalidate the spell”
“If to be ‘Elder’ – mean most pain – / I’m old enough, today”
“The second half of joy / Is shorter than the first”
“To be a Flower, is profound / Responsibility –
And if none of those inspire you, you can find many of her poems here.

I took the line “My basket holds – just – firmament – “

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To-Do List Today – Day Nine

(with apologies to ED)





Read another Emily Dickinson poem.

Check which household appliance is beeping at me.

Continue reading ED as I kick the fridge door shut.

Walk to the gate to check today’s mail.

Save a couple of envelopes on which to write short poems like ED did.

March on Parliament House to protest that the powers that be

are too slow to act on Climate Change.





Occasionally I dwell in Possibility –

Check the clock in the hall as to last weeks Daylight Savings change.

Dust the mantel in the lounge. And watch as –

A Bird came down the Walk –

Check which appliance is beeping at me.





I taste a liquor never brewed –

(If you believe that!)

and again I kick the fridge door shut.

I shall know why – when Time is over –

And that damned appliance has stopped beeping.





It was not Death for I stood up

knowing at the end of the day

my To-Do List was done

and the Liquor Fridge was now empty and I was about to find

I cannot dance upon my Toes





and tomorrow I’ll find another poet –

to distract me from a To-Do List.





Benita H. Kape (c) 9.4.2021





Notes: And this is soooo me with my head in poems every day, every week, every month; not just for April each year. And setting the record straight: I can’t remember when I last tasted alcohol of any sort. But a To-Do List might be the right time to tinkle with the sacred. Dear Emily, I do love you. This poem is also to record that Schools in New Zealand went on strike today and marched to Parliament.

Day 9 NaPoWriMo 2021:

Our (optional) prompt for the day is to write a poem in the form of a “to-do list.” The fun of this prompt is to make it the “to-do list” of an unusual person or character. For example, what’s on the Tooth Fairy’s to-do list? Or on the to-do list of Genghis Khan? Of a housefly? Your list can be a mix of extremely boring things and wild things. For example, maybe Santa Claus needs to order his elves to make 7 million animatronic Baby Yoda dolls, to have his hat dry-cleaned to get off all the soot it picked up last December, and to get his head electrician to change out the sparkplugs on Rudolph’s nose.

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For the Women of USA, a poem re-blogged, re-titled. The Battle Ahead of You.

The Battle Ahead of You – Fight On

 

Because today they need us –

today I  claim my connection

to America. And I do this

through my grandmamma

who left Scotland and settled

near Boston, U.S.A.

 

And having made my explanation

and, because on Inauguration Day, 2017,

it cannot be said, as did Richard Blanco

four years ago; For All of Us, One Today,

the poets not given a voice on the podium today,

therefore in this divided and techno savvy world

I have decided I will make a ‘Virtual’ march (my

second since the poorly attended Presidential

Inauguration late January, 2017). And I find myself

standing beside the women of America.

 

How was it so many seem to have forgotten

“Leaves of Grass?” Walt Whitman!

 

But hope – a constellation for Emily Dickinson, and –

that new hope raised by Richard Blanco; that kind

of hope, yes that kind of hope, is in the breast of many

and will be revived, podiums or no. Fight on. Fight on.

Benita H. Kape © 20.1.2016

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