NaPoWriMo2019 Day 9

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt turns for inspiration to a long gone Japanese woman poet, Sei Shonagon, famous for her Pillow Book of astute, acute observations of court life. She was a great one for doing list poems on rather grand themes like Things That Have Lost Their Power. Never say I am not ambitious!

Earthly Powers

The depradations of age...
the body has arrived at the stage
of being the creaking gate,
the wobbling fence post. It's fate.
Words escape. Occasionally,
object or subject vaguely
becomes 'thingy.' Context is the template
that helps us negotiate.
Until they have all gone on
we lean on those sharing this Rubicon.
Oddly, despite 'thingy', things matter
less and less. We live gaunter
in every way- our bones brittle,
hair thinning around the skull.
However, others' opinions
matter naught. They're spent canons.
Sometimes wisdom finally arrives.
Fear's vanquished, deprived
all its power to manipulate.
Women can luxuriate,
stroking their moustaches and goatees.
A man can eat only cheese.
Age denudes us of our vanity.
For some it takes sanity,
makes crappy, cranky, crumbly, crusty.
Age makes the brave. Oldies are toughies.

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Bee Smith is participating in GloPoWriMo2019

Little Things Big Things

Day 9 NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo the prompt is about little things meeting big things. I wrote this haiku as a writing warm up.


Dust motes Blue Danubing

An afternoon tea dance

Sunshine chiffon swirl

Then I carried on some  and woke up my husband and said, “Listen to this poem I just wrote.” And he rolled over, listening, then sleepily smiled and said, “Make us a cup of tea?” And I did, quite happily.

The Little Things

Locating the lost keyring

without smirking

Exclaiming how the meal prepared

is art on a plate


he likes eating my cake

He forgives the cat scratch

even as he’s threatening to scud its ass

He takes exercise

and watches his diet

Determined to outlast me

so ultimately

I will not be

the one left

Copyright 2018 Bee Smith