I feel my supply waning--just perfect, yet I gasp hard to indulge in one more. In my delirium, I see it circling-- just one, but one is a crowd Its naked head bearing downward, aimed right at me like a nuke “Not your next meal,” I tell it and thrust my body befouled Dizzyness gives in to lightheadedness, and I gobble more in but much faster. My desire to live is renewed; I vow to trek through these woods with more caw-tion *** © 2021 selmamartin.com
For Tuesday Poetics at dVerse, Lillian, the host invited us to a challenge:
I challenge you to either write a poem that in some way relates to a puzzle you’ve been faced with, or includes the word “puzzle”; or try your hand at an Acrostic; or extra points if you write an Acrostic Plus! PS: let me know in the chat here if you solved the crossword puzzle!
Dear readers, I solved the puzzle, and I invite you to try it as well.
Let me know how you did there and if you were able to guess which
animal saved me in this poem. All in good fun.
The way my poem relates to a puzzle is how I’m puzzled at what goes
on in our minds when we think no one is watching.
Um, guess what, someone’s always watching– the butterfly effect,
remember? And the reason this is so is that we’re all connected to one
magnificent database of energy. You, me, our thoughts and dreams–
all connected.
...each one of us has the power to affect the frequency of the world ...if you judge others, even if you do it only in the crowded comforts of your mind, you affect their energy and weigh down the quality of all our interactions
Explored the idea in an old post that I'm linking to here for ease.
If you missed the writing at the top, let me just repeat that in keeping with the crossword puzzle that Lillian presented, I also have an animal as the one watching
and helping me change my mind in the poem. Do let me know your thoughts.
Photo: Image by Here and now, unfortunately, ends my journey on Pixabay from Pixabay
Thanks for reading,
I wish you miracles.
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You Are Never Alone is great poem.
Good wordcraft!
Thanks for reading and thinking it worthy of a comment. I appreciate this gesture. Thanks so much. I wish you miracles.
sounds like a crow to me Selma … appreciate your acknowledgement of our universal energy!
Hey, Kate. Nice of you to take me on
The 🧩 conclusion is the big clue with caution written as caw caw-tion.
I thought of Robinson Jeffers’ poem Vulture for this piece.
The protagonist— I, in this case went into the woods to die. But then seeing that vulture finding her out made the decision to live.
Hope it wasn’t too late for her.
I appreciate your visit and for playing along. Thanks so much. xo 💕
good one Selma … I said crow because they caw, vultures make like a grunt or whistle sound more like pigs or dogs, they don’t caw 🙂
See, now I know better. Blame it on my muse who didn’t put in enough research 🧐 on this project.
So that clue was faulty. Oh my. 😣
When I write one and give the vulture a sound I’ll be sure to make it a grunt or a whistle. And I will remember your kindness, Kate. Thanks so much.
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lol you are too sweet, I love birds and try to know their calls 🙂
How wonderfully clever to write about what puzzles you … what you think about when no one is watching. I stumbled for a minute over ‘Peter’ in the crossword, until an AH HA flashed. Crows “caw” … and they circle. Well done.
Lillian’s crossword puzzle was sweet. I got them almost right away except for the two long words with the clues :soar throat especially. Those two I guessed. And I think they are right. Haha.
Crows, 🤔 huh. Well, Nice!
🧩 with caution written as caw caw-tion. Greatest guess.
But I was thinking of Robinson Jeffers’ poem Vulture for this piece.
A dark piece: She went into the woods to die. But then seeing that vulture finding her out discouraged her death pursuit and promptly made the decision to live.
Hope it wasn’t too late for her.
I appreciate your visit and for playing along. Thanks so much, Helen. Have a lovely evening. 🤗
Super clever, Selma – you rocked it!
<3
David
I “CAWt” the clue …………….
Beverly. You’re smart. That caw was the biggest clue. I approached the puzzle poem thinking of Jeffers’ poem, Vultures. It started dark but I hope it picked up. I hope she found the bubbling stream nearby.
Thanks for playing along. I appreciate you.
Wonderful! I loved your post Beware…
Hey, yes ❤️. I saw you visited. That essay didn’t attract many eyes. Perhaps it’s too long. I am so glad you did that. Thank you.
Perhaps you need to repost it. My pleasure. ❤️
You’re right. That one and others. Repost. I should. Thanks, my sweet. ♥️
I think you have found the same woods that we all are looking for.
Yes. I reckon I have. 😛 I went a little dark in this one.
The 🧩 conclusion is the big clue with caution written as caw caw-tion.
I approached it thinking of Robinson Jeffers’ poem Vulture.
The woman went into the woods to die. But then seeing that vulture finding her out made the wise decision to live. “Didn’t want to be eaten by that beak!”
Hope it wasn’t too late for her— that she still had enough life in her to find the stream nearby.
I appreciate your visit so much. Thanks, Björn. 💕
I enjoyed the poem .. I live near woods and enjoy walks there but one should always remember that it’s home to some dangerous animals: wild boar, foxes , raptors . Ravens and crows are not considered birds of prey but they do eat meat and can be dangerous.
The last word “caw-tion “ intrigued me and I googled it
Cawtion is a black raven with black eyes, a purple aura around him, and bone-like talons.
“Caw” refers to the sound ravens and other birds emit.
I read also that ravens roam in twos , instead crows in groups.
In the poem we have one encircling… which makes me think it’s a raven rather than a crow.
That said , many ( including me ) before I googled thought the two birds were interchangeable.
PS: a curiosity: new researches show how crows hold grudges … even after years they are able to recognise people’s faces that crossed them and will attack them .
Nice of you to read and share your research with me. I love it to pieces! I had no idea there existed these Cawtions. I’m so impressed by what you helped me to see. Thanks.
This bird is a Vulture. Yup!
The 🧩 caw caw-tion.
I thought of Robinson Jeffers’ poem Vulture for this piece.
And this girl went into the woods, well aware of the dangers. But it was just as well for her because she went into the woods to die.
So sad! She was down to her One last breath when…
seeing that lone vulture finding her out brought her a big revelation: renewed her desire to live.
Didn’t want to be eaten by THAT beak! (Though in Jeffers’ poem he had other thoughts)
Hope it wasn’t too late for her. Hope she found the stream near by. Hope she got out safely.
I appreciate your visit and for playing along. Thanks so much. I appreciate you tons. Be well, dear friend. I enjoy your visits. xo
Its naked head beating downwards .. when I read that I did think of a vulture but the woods and how you wrote “caw-tion “sent me down a different trial..
I personally prefer sad, tragic endings ,so the drama ,inner turmoil the girl in the poem “Vulture” is going through, appeals to me.
It’s more likely the girl would be killed by a hungry predator lurking in the woods like a puma or wolf looking for an easy catch;
the vulture would get the remains. 😉
I enjoyed playing and I still learnt more about crows and ravens .
This word play is fun. It’s healthy, enlightening and full of ahas too. And readers can make whatever they wish out of the words. No wrong answers.
This was my first puzzle poem. The breadcrumbs might need more work. Maybe.
But perfect is not the goal, amIright? Or AmIright?! 😂
Thanks again. Sending you a hug from across the pacific. 🤗
That is fascinating, Tempeste. Thanks for sharing that ☀️
A lovely poem describing a scene I can totally relate to. Except it’s seagulls I try and avoid if I eat outdoors! Hope you’re well, dear Selma 🙂
Seagulls are noisy. But they are closest to the water. So you must live or eat out near the water. How nice.
In this poem, the bird is a Vulture, like the one in Robinson Jeffers poem ‘Vulture’
Thanks for playing along to my puzzle poem. I love the human interaction I’m receiving here. Thanks sooooo much.
I am well, dear Sunra. Hope you are too. Stay safe too. I wish you miracles.
I’m afraid I don’t live near the water, Selma, seagulls just get everywhere in the UK 😄 And whenever I have been near the sea they have no qualms in swooping down and pilfering anything I may be munching! So I don’t eat outside 🙃
It’s always lovely interacting with you ☀️ And your poems are top notch so of course I come back. Until the next time, dear Selma ☀️💕
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Dear Selma, if only that were true! I live in a big city, but seagulls migrate everywhere as they’re scavengers. Whenever I have walked along a beach front, they have pilfered my lunch so I’ve learned never to eat at the beach! 😀
I adore your poems and your interaction. I look forward to the next one 🙂
I adore you. That’s foe sure. Thank you.
Words.. arent enough to describe just how potent this poem truly is! 💝💝💝💝
Oh- again, oh my heart! You saw that?! I’m so pleased. Something worked with this poem. Jamila, my muse, did the hard work. Thanks for reading and commenting, Sanaa. Your comments always encourage me. TYSVM.