19 August 2010


Word & Question Wednesday Thursday

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number 3

Yes, yes, it's late again. You'd be late, too, if you had the prompts I drew for myself. (Or maybe not and I'm just making excuses.)

Remember that if you're doing this for the "I Love My Friends" Giveaway, you need to have your poem up (and linked) on 25 August. And since I know that's really funny coming from someone who was two days late and blatantly backdated the post so she'd only be one day late . . . I'll consider all poems that are submitted before the announcement video is filmed. =P

Hey, if someone wants to host this next time, please feel free to volunteer! =)

Word -- Sweat
Question -- Am I missing something?

Despite how much you pack, it is never enough;
something will always end up left behind;
the most obvious choices will all slip your mind;
too much means too little in a life full of stuff.

Just start with a number no higher than ten,
and take that many items; stick close to your list:
the paradox is that when more things shall be missed,
we don't sweat them so much; we feel wealthy again.

Begin with too much and you'll always want more;
Begin with a little and you have all you need;
The world in your knapsack--the world as a seed:
And now you are ready to step out the door.

I have no idea where this poem came from. My original idea was something seriously "Emo" that just kept going on and on and on in its moaning because, well, it was Emo . . . and because whenever I tried to sneak in the word "sweat," my internal editor kept changing it to "blood."

Then I tried to write a conversation between a husband and wife on the phone, one of whom is missing their baby's many firsts. I might have actually finished that if I still remembered what it's like to have a baby around the house.

My third try involved a narcoleptic narrator who has missed a bit of every day of the week. I gave that up for the most unlikely reason of all: it was turning into an epic. (Or I should say: a mock epic.)

And then there was this poem, which came out of nowhere, in the wee hours of the morning.

But now let's get to all your poems, which have been waiting so patiently for mine. Leave the links in the combox. I can't wait to read them (although I probably deserve to)!


Dauvit Balfour said...

Uhhh, sad to say, I've been blocked myself. I've had some ideas, but haven't gotten them to work yet.

I liked yours. It made sense in a surprising way. I'm glad the others didn't work out.

Enbrethiliel said...


Thanks, Dauvit. I think the others would have been good, though. I wish I were a better versifier.

Good luck with getting unblocked!

Paul Stilwell said...

I love this poem! Very Bilboesque/Chestertonian and the rest. Love what you did with sweat/wealthy. And a great moral. It seems the best poems come out of nowhere.

I do wonder though if "paradox" would be better vanquished for something else; that is, to write that line straight without introducing a concept. Maybe not.

Like I should be one to offer C.C. Sheesh.

Salome Ellen said...

Mine's up (which you already know, since you commented ;-D)
I'm too lazy to link properly tonight.

Enbrethiliel said...


@Stilwell: That's all right! I'm not exactly happy with my latest effort and I respect your opinion.

"Sweat" was really hard, by the way. I kept thinking of perspiration, which I personally don't find inspiring at all. =P (Which is kind of funny, because perspiration rhymes with inspiration; and didn't Thomas Edison say something that linked the two?) Only when I remembered the expression, "Don't sweat the small stuff" did the ball start rolling for me.

@Ellen: Well, now everyone will know, too. =D Thanks for playing. I love reading your poems.

Sullivan McPig said...

I really like your poem, you're good at this.
Here's mine:

Enbrethiliel said...


Thank you, Sully! =)

Thanks for submitting a haiku--one of my favourite forms! It's about time we got one, aye?

Sullivan McPig said...

I love Haiku. I got a book full of them which I love to browse. Mine is strictly speaking not a Haiku, but a Senryu, which is the same as a Haiku when it comes to style, but a Senryu contains emotion and even sarcasm and such, where the Haiku is (usualy) merely an objective observation.
Ok, end of nerdish lecture.

Enbrethiliel said...


I learn something new every day! Bring on the nerdish lectures anytime, Sully. =D

Dauvit Balfour said...

Finally! Honestly, I'm not terribly happy with it. But I'm publishing now 'cause I don't know how much time I'll have to revise between now and Wednesday.

Caverns of the Soul

Enbrethiliel said...


Thanks, Dauvit! =) I've left you a comment already.

Belfry Bat said...

I hope this first try isn't too damaging. As I say there, I'm hoping to do something more ... well, more good, I guess... but there it is, for now.

Enbrethiliel said...


Oh, wow! I haven't seen an accrostitch in years and I was floored to see one today. I know you're not fully satisfied with it, Bat, but I think it's great. =D

(My favourite part is the "Ulster royalist peasantry".)