Spiders And Challenges

Oh, look. A spider on the wall of my shower.
He doesn’t look scared of me. But maybe he’s petrified.
I wonder why he’s still staring, ballsy-like. Makes me think
it’s in his nature, survival above all else.

Got me to ponder further, about humans.
We probably react the same way – stay stuck in place or be primed for action.
Challenges to overcome are just opportunities to tackle life.
If we can, that is.

Now, I’m not a fan of the arachnoids,
so I think I’ll force a standoff as I already have the showerhead in hand.
Water should do the trick nicely, as I slowly begin to aim in its direction.
The spider propels towards the tub on its silken thread like a professional.

Not today, Mr. Spider! Not in my shower or anywhere!
A wave of water forces him down the drain.
Let the showering commence until the soap suds are gone.
Oh, look. The spider was tougher than I thought as I watch him climb up out of the drain.

Life’s like that sometimes.
Good thought as I head out to start my day.
Take no shit, keep going.
Thanks, Mr. Spider!

In The Beginning

Inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Cosmos & VJ’s Weekly Challenge #113 – How it all started

science theorizes
how it all started
a big bang propelling
an awakening of life

driven by purposeful adaptation
advancing the species through natural selection
life starting with just the basics
from there everything developed

billions of years of slow constant improvement
mitigating the flaws of chaos
in a sound progression of betterment
no rushing of the process

we’ve come a long way, baby
from simple elements
to fully conscious and aware
no longer a mute cluster of cells

but now we’re here, modern man interfering
i fear we aren’t meant to outpace evolution
perhaps we shouldn’t be changing a natural path
what with man-made progress killing our humanity

Dying And Rebirth

darkening and earthy
losing their luster
in a brilliance of color
autumn leaves
they embolden us
to look at the world differently
just for a bit

we’ll eventually turn the page
to a reborn world
with pastels and primary tints
the foliage and the rest of nature
alive with newness
seeking to dance with the winds
a vibrant mindset awaits

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Image credit – Elena Mozhvilo – Unsplash

Marjorie Maddox

Duo of Dusk and Past

Always
the high notes crack
at the edge of sunset,
then slide past horizon into
never.

Never
into then. Past horizons slide
toward sunset. At the edge,
cracks sound high notes
always.

All Souls’ Day, 2018

Even now, awash in the world’s weeping,
Joyce, Richard, Rose,
they do not rise, but float,
bloated reminders of hope
Jerry, Cecil, David, drowned, drowning,
tense too often a matter of attention
to soul or soul-
full of what we’ve lost,
Bernice, Simon, Daniel,
the memory and the chanting
twinned tightly to whatever
belief we sing, whatever
Melvin, Irving, bodies we cradle
in the dark grave of corruptibility.
O slain cousins of ancient faith,
pray this day for us.

Not-so-hostile Takeover

All red-hot July,
            yellow bobs
                        in a sea of green
                                    until a blue breeze
                                                            and gray time
finally take aim,
            fire a whiff of wind
                        across wispy white seeds
                                    that parachute far and wide,
                                                            house to house, yard to yard
and all is gold,                             Gold,                                  GOLD!

The Day I’m Supposed to Read Poems on Blizzards a Blizzard Arrives

And it whirls me up into white—pages twirling
out and away, cold the stranger in the front row
I owe an ode to when all I have are ballads
on blizzards, like the one that uncovered
for my father a stranger’s still-pulsing pump
in a pile of wrecked cars, yes, that one,
plus other assorted disasters of the heart
and will, which—piled up these weather-
stricken days—did, I confess to sleet,
give me the survivor’s desire to not
careen down the blank highway
past ditches and near-misses
to read to an audience
of no one—everyone
else with a backbone
of sense/sensibility
hunkering down,
as I did after all,
here by my
electric fire
typing
ice.

A boy and a girl

hold my hands into the next decade,
their minute fingers tightening
by the second over the life-lines of my palms,
a Morse-code of blood tapping through the skin
we share, bodies clasped like chromosomes.
Our threesome two-step is together and apart,
similarly ticking our differences.
here will our feet and hands click us
on this new giant clock, calculating the years
with such loving and hostile precision? 

                        Snowboarding Live at the Olympics

               Lose the wheels and score with so-cool-you’re-cold,
       better-than-a skateboard, foot-sleds for snow that alley-oop
   through air with dare-you’s as slick as any acrobat’s triple flips,
          as tricky as a magician’s slight-of-wrist that’s now just
                  feet and hips jiving for that perfect winter 10.

~~~

Professor of English at Lock Haven University, Marjorie Maddox has published 11 collections of poetry, What She Was Saying (prose), 4 children’s/YA books, including Inside Out: Poems on Writing and Reading Poems with Insider Exercises; the anthology Common Wealth: Contemporary Poets on Pennsylvania (PSU Press), and Presence(assistant editor). www.marjoriemaddox.com

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Rest In Bed

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always the dread at midnight
assuming a million attempts at slumber
closing my eyes with hope
shutting down my mind
oblivion is beckoning

when i finally do
i can’t stay asleep
waking every few hours
yet still hoping for a longer stretch
that never comes

then the light fills the room
and all i want to do
is stay in bed
sinking in deeper
to the dreams which also keep me awake

is this the prelude
to wishing for my demise
slower starts every day
feeling the energy drain away
as sleep doesn’t revive me anymore

That’s Life

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Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #151 – Is it always me?

everything...
is seen from your bubble
happens to you
revolves around you
impacts/changes/affects you every time
mere existence
means shitty people
weather anomalies
tragedies and bad things
will occur TO YOU
why ask anxiously
is it always me?
of course it is
because that's how life works
for everyone

Ominous

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with all we’ve seen this year
where’s the hope that it will get better
dread has crammed itself
into every pocket of our lives
this feeling of more shoes dropping
more devastation landing
on already piles high wreckage

an upcoming worrisome election
more and more people dying
from covid and violence
anger abounds in every major city
disillusionment rampant
four more months to go
i fear 2020 is not done with us yet

Becoming

Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #45, VJ’s Weekly Challenge #111 – Stuff Happens, &
Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Tree of Life

stuff happens
growth happens
uniqueness emerges
individual beauty surfaces

propelled like air balloons
upwards towards greater heights
with our villages of unique
but like-minded friends

the tree of life guides us
we grow stronger
seeking greater knowledge and wisdom
new experiences enlighten us further

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Reblog – I like it ‘ sadness ‘ by Adithya Sasikala

There is so much truth in this piece! I also loved the flow of the words, simple and moving elegantly. Enjoy! 🙂

The Rendezvous Club

I like it ‘sadness’

It’s real

Never leaves you.

Happiness lasts a second

Meets you at multiple times

But when it leaves

It leaves you broken.

Sadness lasts forever

Even if happiness is there

Sadness will be there,

Somewhere inside waiting.

Sadness lasts forever

And it makes you thankful

For all the good you have,

All the great moments you had,

It teaches you the value of life,

Let you know that

Love was here somewhere

Let’s you know that

Sadness isn’t bad

If you understand it.

Sadness gives you hope

For better, for a smile.


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