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Inside Out 2

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(Poem 221 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Puberty ushers in such
comrades as Anxiety,
Envy, Embarrassment,
and my favorite, Ennui.
The panic that ensues
when Embarrassment
threatens and Envy
rears her unsettled self,
resurrects Fear and
Disgust, Anger and
Sadness, leading to
complete paralysis.
The only protection
against it all is to feign
Ennui…nothing matters
because too much
enthusiasm might be
the wrong amount, and
no one would dare be
too happy in a room
full of teens trying to
fake unruffled chill.

Rebekah Marshall @Home Studio on 8/19/24 @ 10:17am – 221st poem of the year (After watching Inside Out 2 with my granddaughter in theatre.)

Mann, Kelsey. Inside Out 2. Amy Poehler, Pixar Animation Studios, 14 June 2024.

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sea salt surf

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(Poem 218 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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sea salt on the wind
beached driftwood drying
jasmine and sweet cream
reeds suspended in oil
elocute the air with their
effusive particulates
demanding I return to
a bonfire on the beach
wearing a wind breaker
wishing someone would
hold my hand or find me
alluring like the waves
as the sand invades my
socks and the stars
wink at my impermanence.

@Home Studio – 218th poem of the year (Teen beach memories evoked by an oil infuser my bestie gave me as a gift.)

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Cat on a Pillow

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(Poem 216 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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A cat on a pillow is quaint.
On my keyboard – complaint.
A cat in a box is expected.
In my clean laundry – ejected.

A cat on a sofa is sweet.
On my counter – not so neat.
A cat on a chair is fine.
On my dinner table – out of line.

A cat on a piano is great.
On my bed – I get irate.
A cat on a bench is just right.
On my bookshelf – it’s a fight.

@Home Studio – 216th poem of the year

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Doctor Dear

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(Poem 213 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Doctor Dear,
Does your mommy know you’re here?
Did she pack you a lunch
and put bows in your hair?
Can you stay here this late,
or do you have a curfew?
Are you allowed to use those shiny tools,
or do you need adult supervision?
You have such a big vocabulary
for such a young lady.
Such gentle care,
Sweet Doctor Dear.

@Home Studio – 213th poem of the year

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Turtle House

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(Poem 212 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Auspicious stone turtles
stand guard, gargoyles of
destiny, good fortune baked
into their shells, assuring the
dwelling longstanding fortune.
The turtles in the pond
fight for bits of mushy carrot,
stale bread, and greens,
unaware of the larger battle
being fought in the sky pond
by Grummans and Warhawks.
The people swim and love,
dream and hope, serve an
emperor or a president who
demands unwavering loyalty,
and wonder when peace will
fill the turtle house again.

@Home Studio – 212th poem of the year (After reading The Turtle House by Amanda Churchill.)

Churchill, Amanda. The Turtle House. Harper Collins, 2024.

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Inside Out

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(Poem 211 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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If Joy and Sadness
go missing,
Anger, Fear, and Disgust
try to
take control.
And no matter how
hard we try to ride
the train of thought
to the solution,
it’s difficult to
escape danger
without sacrificing
little pieces of ourselves.
But the integration
of our most vulnerable
parts strengthens
our core memories
and allows us to reach
out from our islands
to embrace those we love.

@Home Studio – 211th poem of the year (After watching Inside Out with my grandkids and bawling like a baby.)

Docter, Pete. Inside Out. Amy Poehler, Pixar Animation Studios, 19 June 2015.

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Music

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(Poem 210 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Kazu Music
discordant at first
too much stimuli
for neurodivergence
to tolerate without
an escape plan
in place
unless love and
patience can
settle and soften
and rebuild a
family in all its
lovely mess.

@Home Studio – 210th poem of the year (After watching Music by Sia with Debbie and Celinda.)

Sia, Music. Kate Hudson, Leslie Odom Jr., Maddie Ziegler, Hanway Films, 14 Jan. 2021.

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Garage Sale Queen

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(Poem 209 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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One person’s junk is
another person’s treasure,
or so I’ve been told by those
who love garage saling.

Hunting for a steal is
the name of the game;
if you’re brave enough to play,
you might just get hooked.

A hover board for free,
though no way to charge it.
Harry Potter jelly beans,
if you like the taste of vomit.

Bring a wad of cash;
dollar bills are the best.
Don’t be shy about haggling;
your prize will be the experience.

@Home Studio – 209th poem of the year (My granddaughter Queen Charlotte went garage saling with my Great Aunt Eva, who is the real garage sale queen.)

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Spinning Out

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(Poem 208 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Sitting in the eye of the storm
while the world flies past
outside the windows of this
steel box protective casing,
heart races, sinews solidify
to the point of intense shaking,
and nothing but this fixed point
matters because precious life
rests in that axis and the
breath that was held is finally
released into the stillness that
settles after spinning out.

@Home Studio – 208th poem of the year

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