Empty Bowl

somber yet great one Jade.

i cant say why...because i just dont know...but this is my favorite line:

'With rice flour wings.'

and i really like the optimism of this series of lines:

'A fat groundhog
Coming out to find
Six more weeks of winter.'

a good write. nice job.

Thank you, poet.  It’s so nice the parts you highlighted were some I also enjoyed as I wrote them, becoming memorable when they also stand out for the reader.  As for the somber, yes, it’s based on reality which I seldom, if ever, spell out so I’m not defined by that instead of what’s actually me.

I hope that makes sense.🎈

what a moving poem - in the light of the conversations we've had recently, even more so...

and I love its delivery...

Which are sadists, resolved
To lay me low I cannot see,
For any time l let my
Blithe spirit slump.
A fat groundhog
Coming out to find
Six more weeks of winter.


I found these lines are the ones I keep returning to -  you used "sadists" "blithe" and "fat groundhog" in the same stanza - wordsmith does not begin...

RL'd for all and many reasons...  

Thank you, with much gratitude, dearest Tommy.  Our r/l discussions have been indispensable ways of connecting our expressions & readings throughout the NaPo thus far.  A very real manner of import to help pass on motivation, inspiration & support to each other.  This has made all the difference, as you yourself can appreciates.  

Ohhh, not to mention the laughter! ( and a “few” tears )

RL gratitude 🙏  

Tiger ( the “other” T ) 🐅

We feel immortal when young, but learn otherwise with years.  Very  wise lines, here.  Some don't realize that empty bowl may be filled once again.  Fine work, Jade.

Thank you, graciously, my crowfly friend.  And, for me, the empty Bowl is symbolic of receiving whatever may be given/ provided:  be it even a single morsel or spoonful (also symbolically expressed).

Thanks for the clarification, Jadey.

I loved the quote you used at the beginning , Jade :

Very powerful and quite appropriate ;

And then your words of truth , filling the bowl ,
only to empty it for what you need it to be
filled with , as you ask and call for it ;

Well penned , and similar to some , yet a few more lines to my like :

"But it was the first one, as it
Fled the doctor's lips
Like a gypsy moth.
His stolen words,
Crude & mute,
That flew in my ear
With rice flour wings.

Before then, I was immortal,
Afraid of nothing nada nil.
Even spiders that spin
Caught in a web.
Denying wee things."

Excellent words and phrasing ;

I also offer the support as long time pressure of the fragility
of this body , this shell of soul , this gift of life , this opportunity ,
can be devastating ;

I do not have that , but I almost bled out , and stopped breathing
in the ambulance on a two hour drive to the hospital that could
operate on me properly , a year and a half ago...

What it did , was strengthen me , give me even more resolve , and
affirmed my need to speak my truth , and write again in power ,
and to teach those to come after , to share what I have learned...

As a native elder said to me , long ago :

"The Best We Can Do Is Lay Stones For Those Who Come
After , As We Are Walking On Stones Others Lay Before Us"

Words I live by daily , on this Journey

You write with power , for those who shall come after !

This whole poem reminds me of a  mortar and pestle grinding away at the reader.

favorite lines in this piece were

"Fled the doctor's lips
Like a gypsy moth."- i want to listen to Gyspy violin music so bad now.

"Now I had tiny creatures  
Secretly growing inside me."- you are now a mother spider giving birth in my mind.

this write makes me want to say  "Repertoire of resilience".

life is a glass half full.

this reminded me of my childhood dog Copper that passed away from parvo.


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great write Jade.

I thank you, Sweet Adieu, for coming here to embrace its meanings, and for your gracious reading.  Peace to you.

~Jade🥣