This haiku duo was developed for today’s Carpe Diem prompt: Honey (provided by KZ of The Eclectic Eccentric Shopaholic, a honey of a gal herself) and to say that I hope you had a wonderful National Poetry Writing Month!
NaPoWriMo is rapidly coming to an end, along with a very cold, wet and busy April. I managed to fulfill my commitment of posting at least one poem each day during this past month (even if that meant double posting or being creatively silly on some days); so I don’t want to be this close to the end and not finish it out. With another self-imposed dissertation proposal deadline coming up on me by week’s end, I decided to take the ‘route already traveled’ today and post an ACP (already created poem).
This creation came about as a “snippet” of a scene I was chewing around in my brain (yes, my brain gets chewed on, often for months, before its contents ever have any chance to be regurgitated onto paper) for my novel-in-progress currently titled Magnolia Falls (though its original brief folder title still remains in my files as ‘Viral’).
Not long after sitting out on my deck one evening this past fall, admiring the beauty of a full moon, I was invited to submit a poem in the Nature category by World Poetry Movement. This one was my immediate choice. I hope you enjoy it too.
Her mom described Bess
being a well-behaved mess –
blessing in disguise.
But how did she bless?
Anyone’s wild-goose-chase guess.
Make one? Ill-advised.
Better not to mess
with mother’s rose-colored best
spying child-like lies.
© 2013 jody love
I have a little more going on here than what might first meet the eye.
So, with that much-compounded explanation, all that’s left to say is…Ta-da! Let me know how you think I did in attempting to meet my challenges, whether self- or other-imposed.
Groundhog Apocalypse (humantriumphant.wordpress.com)
March-ing in like a Lion (humantriumphant.wordpress.com)
Image Copyright-Claire Fulller
Nigel never read that strange mess of books.
He merely wanted them rearranged.
In truth, he rather liked all the queer looks
from others who thought him quite deranged.
He’d precariously ascend that wooden ladder
then plummet from tip top to floor;
until forced to go attend to his frantic bladder,
before he’d come back to engage them some more.
He’d visit his library daily,
sometimes pulling books off from each shelf.
Then go inform the head nurse, Mrs. Bailey
he had urgent need to relieve himself.
Nurse Bailey long ago had decided
it was far easier for her to clean
Nigel’s mess of books, rather ill-resided
than whatever else his excursion might glean.
© 2013 jody love
I think that’s what I’ll do today. No, wait. Maybe just imagining isn’t quite practical enough…but it’s a great start!
That envisioning power that moves us to act.
When I was younger…
I imagined being a teacher.
I imagined falling in love.
I imagined becoming an explorer.
And I’ve gotten to experience each of these wonderful things – sometimes more than once!
But I also imagined contributing something great to society. Something worthwhile. Have you ever imagined that too? But what?
Well, I happen to know a couple of guys who imagine they can ride their bikes nearly 200 miles (to our church’s Annual Conference in June). They’ve made it their goal to save at least 300 lives from the sponsorship in pledges they hope to gain from supporters who imagine they can do it too!
You see, these fellas’ have traveled to South Sudan, and they’ve fallen in love with their brothers and sisters there – and they want to make their friends’ lives better there by breaking the cycle (the tragic morbidity and mortality rates) that malaria has held over these people. Do you realize that Malaria affects 4-5 million people per year with about 1 million losing the battle? In fact, the disease is so prevalent in Africa, among other underdeveloped countries in our world, that Malaria claims 1 life every 60 seconds.
Those two guys I told you about? Well, they’re riding for very personal reasons – for people they know. One of those little people, for instance, is Sarah, one of the daughters of the pastor in a small South Sudanese village.
Sarah’s a bright eyed 9 year old little girl with a beautiful smile (who gets a little more serious when a camera’s around). 🙂 Sarah has contracted malaria. When she did, her family worried that she would lose the battle and prayed for God’s help. Fortunately, Sarah was one of the lucky ones and was able to get medicine and treatment to fight off the worst of the disease; however, she will have to deal with malaria and the side effects for the rest of her life. That means approximately 4-5 times per year, she will relapse and experience severe flu-like symptoms.
I rejoice that Sarah received treatment. It makes me sad that eradication would’ve prevented her from what she’ll continue to endure from this disease – especially when I know that enough people giving just $10 each does have the ability to put an end to it altogether.
We’ve made worldwide efforts for several decades, and the greatest problem is that, if we don’t continue battling this issue, many of those efforts will be lost and many of these countries and people will be back to square one.
Imagine…just $10.00. It can buy mosquito netting or fund spraying that is necessary to prevent Malaria. Imagine…the most vulnerable Malaria victims – children under the age of 5 – who will have the opportunity to live full lives – thanks to your caring & generosity.
And the best part is that large administrative costs don’t get scraped off the top. (Yeah, I watch for things like that with charitable organizations that can turn out to be most charitable to themselves. But not on this one.)
Could I really live with myself knowing that I could have fore-gone some expendable $10.00 item for myself – even 1 meal if I had to – to SAVE A(n un-expendable) LIFE?
This money doesn’t go through me and definitely doesn’t come to me. Heck, I won’t even get “credit” for it if you decide you want to give this gift. Unless you tell me about it, I’ll never even know if I made one ounce of difference when you read this (or even if you made it this far). I won’t even know which lives were saved.
But, you can be assured…
Clicking on this link will take you to a place where you can SAVE A LIFE:
Untitled © Vanessa Paxton via Flickr
pinhole 970, bridge © Darius Kuzmickas via Flickr
© 2013 jody love
What do you get when you cross 2 picture prompts with a 500 word limit?
During NaPoWriMo, you get this paltry poem!
then we shall see face to face.
Now I know in part;
then I shall fully know,
even as I am fully known.
– I Corinthians 13:12
THE ANCIENT GRECO-ROMAN WORLD MUST HAVE BEEN A LOT LIKE OURS
… since the Apostle Paul (writing here to the church in Corinth) seems to use plenty of analogies, metaphors and real-life examples of what was going on around him that we can still easily understand. Gosh, Greek society must have been narcissistic too. Imagine that!
I mean, how many times a day do I pause to check my appearance through my reflection? I straighten my clothing while walking through reflective doors at the bank; I pull down my rear view mirror to check my hair before exiting my car; I even peek at the little visual box of myself while I’m video chatting, perhaps so I can ensure my expressions are appropriate for the messages I wish to convey.
People more ancient than us might not have had Skype, but they certainly had this same reflective instinct and…yes, they even had mirrors! And, just like us, they found reflective alternatives when necessary. Don’t forget the story of the famous Narcissus. Cursed to fall in love with his own reflection, he couldn’t tear away from the water’s edge, where he found he could stare at the object of his affection (himself) all the day long.
I DON’T WANT TO GIVE YOU THE IMPRESSION THAT I THINK CHECKING ON YOUR REFLECTION IS A BAD THING.
I rather think Paul was suggesting it. His description of the mirror represented it as a tool to use. Tools can only serve whatever purpose is determined within the hands they’ve been placed. A shovel can dig a hole for planting a beautiful new tree of life…or it can dig a grave.
WE’RE ALL FAMILIAR WITH THE FAIRY TALE EXAMPLE OF THE DESTRUCTION WROUGHT
Snow White’s stepmother, a.k.a. the Evil Queen, is well known for asking, “Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Who’s the fairest of them all?” Because of her sad need to self-aggrandize, to refuse to fulfill anyone’s desires other than her own, she could have never been satisfied with the answer. Like Narcissus, she could not tear herself away from a warped fantasy to live a life of seeing beyond herself. She never stopped to think that she, too, could have had the same fairness as Snow White – had she only considered what was being reflected from her heart. Instead, she’d go to all measures to manipulate what she reflected to get the effect she desired. Ironically, she turned herself into an ugly, old hag to try to fulfill her own plan of being the fairest.
That’s likely why Paul reminds us we won’t be fully successful in our reflections because we only see dimly now. But, if we’re consistent in picking up our spiritual mirrors and reflecting on what exists within our hearts, a more lovely display should begin to emerge as we allow there to be less of our fleshly cares and more of our spirit-filled ones.
In love, -jody
Update: My post was removed from a writing community today, with an email expressing that I hadn’t met the site’s criteria of providing a “So What?” It honestly doesn’t bother me to have gotten the boot; apparently, I deserved it. Because, in further reflection, it DOES bother me to think that, in challenging us (that’s you AND me) to engage in deep heartfelt reflection and the recourse that act has on humanity (the greater good) over any mere individual’s self-centered motives, maybe there’s not a strongly related so-what anymore in our world.
Isn’t that, after all, the problem? Regardless of whether bombs unexpectedly collapse giant buildings where people came to work that day or explode in celebrating crowds? Regardless of whether children are gunned down in “safe places” or they’re dying from preventable diseases like malaria in places from which we “feel safe”? Oh, I know. We feel horrified – temporarily…but so what? We rant on a Facebook post here and there…but so what? We turn off the news when it’s too disturbing. We go back to our undisturbed lives. We choose to vacation to refresh ourselves, rather than traveling somewhere to help others. If no one really notices the ugliness we bear in our hearts, we might feel slightly remorseful for awhile; but if we don’t get called out on our behavior…so what?
SO WHAT can WE do to make a difference in this world? Since I got called out, I guess I’m passing it on.
I’m left with only one recourse here – to turn it over to your hands, wise readers, and ask – if the message resonated on your heart chords the least bit, what’s the “so what” in it for you?
He dug himself a hole in the ground.
Twasn’t no sandy dirt neither.
You’d think once he’d gotten far enough down,
he’d have stopped to take a good breather.
In his mind, he was moving further upward,
traveling e’er higher and higher.
So hooten falutin and hoity toity,
he ne’er took notice he’d sunk in the mire.
Dig himself out? No, he never would;
for he’d long lost that betting chance.
Before he climbed to the top to exchange
his (m)eager life for one last glance.
He looked down on that concrete block,
then decided he’d changed his mind.
But before he could turn to step away,
he was caught by the northern wind…
Er, I mean…his last stride was unrefined.
The lesson to this story, you inquire?
Besides taking care not to misstep?
If you’re going to write your words in rhyme,
best be sure to properly prep…
Regardless of the tough schlep…
Lest, as a poet, you risk your good rep.
© 2013 jody love
Speakeasy #106 is on – and I’m down to my final week of NaPoWriMo – so this might be my last poem submission here for awhile. Maybe…maybe not. We’re back to a starting sentence prompt (as opposed to anywhere in the post), so I’m betting you’re “purty smart” and can figure this one out without me giving a hint. The 2nd prompt is the picture that’s been supplied. The limit is 600 words max, but I felt like I was on Wheel of Fortune this week without having to buy any vowels – I still have plenty of those to spare. I bought expletives this week instead. 😉