NaWriMoPo Day 5 thanking life for giving me this poem

Another day of things happening, and I was thinking about what today’s poem would be. I feel my mind is more open to what might become a poem, and I thank life for handing me three different things that turned into a poem, or at least the kernel of an idea for a poem, over tea tonight.

And then a visit outside, and seeing something I’ve seen many times before, clicked, and the poem has now been written. It may be good, it may be rubbish, it doesn’t matter, it’s written, and I now have a written record of some things that happened today.

This is the poem:


Man versus Nature


I heard of a ‘cat fight’, witnessed by many –

two women brawling at the checkout.

My friend tried in vain not to look.


I heard of a robbery in a quiet country town –

two white men being bad.

I ached at innocence lost.


I watched a black beetle tip over and over,

as has happened many times before,

still working to get up again.


I marvelled anew at Man v Nature –

only one of them worthy of respect. 

Nature wins this battle, every time.




Day 4 NaWriPoMo

I actually wrote this poem last night, but I’ve done more editing, and I’m calling it my poem for the day. 


I think it was a skink, That scuttled

across the path, as i made my way,

to newsletter’s next delivery point.


The creature vanished under one

of the rose bushes, lining the way

from road to council office.


The copies are delivered now,

my work done, Conversation regarding

the new look of the newsletter



I’d delivered, over. We’d marvelled

at the colour, where black and white

had always been.


Now I’m somewhere else entirely,

Half listening to the entertainment,

But remembering, and wishing


I’d taken a snap of that skink,

to grace next month’s front page

in glorious colour.