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WTF

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(Poem 285 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Why the face
my fri end?
Things could be worse
in the e nd.

Your head
could ex plode,
your left foot
become a to ad.

Your chin
could fall o ff,
or your ear
catch a cou gh.

Your nose
could multi ply,
or a mushroom
sprout from your th igh.

Your teeth
could grow f ur
and your elbow
begin to p urr.

I guess what
I’m trying to s ay
in my own
weird w ay,

is be thankful,
not ber eft,
you’ve got it good,
W T F!?!

@Home Studio – 285th poem of the year

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Dieties

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(Poem 284 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Just as deities make
people out of clay,
people fashion deities.
The many limbs and heads,
monstrous features,
horns and wings,
and fear-inducing
parts are what evoke
a sense of wonder
and awe, I suppose.

If I were to create
my own deity,
she would be a kindly
old woman with gentle
eyes and a hearty laugh,
who bakes bread,
tends to her garden,
wears an apron,
and pats my hand
while we sip tea.

@Home Studio – 284th poem of the year

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From the Dust of the Ground

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(Poem 283 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“Then Yahweh Elohim formed humans from the dust of the ground and breathed into the nostrils the breath of life; and humans became living beings.” Genesis 2:7

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The Mongolian god
Ulgen created the first man
from clay floating on the water.

The Bornean bird spirits
Ara and Irik used clay
and the sound of their voices.

In Ijaw tradition,
Woyengi fashioned humans
from earth
that fell from the sky.

Wonder Woman was sculpted
from clay by Hippolyta.

The goddess Aruru
created humans out of clay
according to the Epic of Gilgamesh.

And in the Korean Seng-gut,
humans are made from red clay.

The Chinese Nüwa
molded figures
from the yellow earth.

Vietnamese tales describe
Ngọc Hoàng and the Twelve Bà mụ
making people from clay.

The Qur’an, Torah, and Christian Bible 
say Yahweh and his angels
fashioned humans from dust
in their image.

@Home Studio – 283rd poem of the year

Bible Hub. Lexicon, Genesis 2:7, https://biblehub.com/lexicon/genesis/2-7.htm

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Mama Ninja

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(Poem 281 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/zZe0f2

His mama was a ninja
who went by different names.
She rescued anyone in need,
without hope of gains.

His mama was a ninja,
good with knives and swords and fists,
but she also made the best katsu curry
and gave lovely handmade gifts.

His mama was a ninja
who could scale any wall
and dance across a roof peak
with no risk of a fall.

His mama was a ninja,
a fierce protector cloaked by night,
so he grew up to believe in justice
and always fight for what’s right.

@Home Studio – 281st poem of the year

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Hole in the Ceiling

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(Poem 276 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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There’s a hole
in the ceiling
that needs
to be fixed.

The leak
that caused the need
for the hole
has been repaired,
but the hole
remains.

I ponder that space
when the house
is quiet
and nothing else needs
my attention.

The naming of things
fascinates me,
and the fact that we have a word for the absence of something where another thing should be
gives me comfort.

It means
others have discovered
something missing
that needs to be there
and filled it with a name.

@Home Studio – 276th poem of the year

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Anniversary

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(Poem 275 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

(10/1/15 Mema, David, Rebekah, Grandad)

9 years ago,
I promised to
continue writing
a love story
with you
for the span
of the rest
of our lives.

I walked
down a grass aisle
to a tree canopy
and exchanged vows
in the presence
of our people
while the sun
set.

It was a Thursday,
and white
lights were strung
in the tree
so we
could celebrate
falling in love
after dark.

@Home Studio – 275th poem of the year

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Olive Green Yarn

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(Poem 273 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

(Hair stick art display)

I needed a way
to display
my hair sticks
decoratively,
so I measured
and sketched
a design Grandad
could build
with his hands
and his tools
and his can-do
attitude that turns
ideas into art,
like a barn
or a staircase,
a balance beam
or doll furniture,
or a simple
wooden frame
with olive green yarn
stretched taut
between raised metal tacks
and a shiny gold hook
holding fast at the top
to hang my idea
for all the world to see.

@Home Studio – 273rd poem of the year

Poetry

How to be a Good Mother-in-Law

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(Poem 271 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Boaz and Ariel

Respect boundaries
Mind my business
Remember birthdays
Be supportive
Don’t give unwanted advice
Stay connected
Don’t be nosy
Be patient
Set an example
Ask for forgiveness
Set expectations
Hold myself accountable
Accept change
Grant grace

@Home Studio – 271st poem of the year

Poetry

Ways I’ve Thrown Out My Back In My 50s

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(Poem 270 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Washing dishes (scrubbing a cookie sheet too hard.)
Rolling over in bed.
Holding up my cell phone to show my daughter a video.
Sitting up straight in my chair.
Bending over to pet Cotton Eyed Joe (my granddaughter’s cat.)
Typing.
Opening a Splenda packet; shaking it too vigorously.
Brushing my teeth.
Scooping a cup of dog food into the dog’s bowl.
Waving my Harry Potter wand.

@Home Studio – 270th poem of the year