A poem. Dedicated to Nadya, the poet whom I take literally too many times. Special thanks to Spirit Games of Ultimate Frisbee, and the Samurais of Werribee.
in the depths of the Werribee forests
fourteen warriors venture into unfamiliar lands
they climb atop summits, drench in rivers
as a clan, they stay
but as darkness approaches
so do the distances between them
one warrior disappears after the rapids
three take the left
two follow their lead
none return
nine remain
to follow left or risk a right?
the internal battle has begun
who is next?
will you survive as the last samurai?
or will you sacrifice your bravery
as the blonde girl first?
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Notes:
This poem is inspired by a recent hike at Werribee Gorge National Park. I introduced a spirit game called “Samurai”, a game I learned from playing Ultimate frisbee. It was a great icebreaker; some of the “Hai-ya” sound effects carried through the hike. Near the end, some of us ran ahead. Others behind took the wrong turn and had to make a detour. According to Fab, one of the hikers joked about being the “blonde girl” who would, in a horror film, go missing first. She later realized there were 2 of them.
At the end of the poem, I am curious: would you rather be the first person to encounter misfortunes, or would you rather be the last person, who sees all the others go before you?
I am
Speechless
Awed by your poetry
Of such
Contrasts
Who writes about
Warriors and blond girls
All in the same breath
Vivid.
Puzzling.
Exhilarating.
The ingredients of a POETIC MIND.
DK–
As the last one reading
The first to notice
To appreciate
Wonder
Take action
Your reply disarms me
Flatters me
Strikes me
A tenacious poet yourself
Will you a platform
To share with us your faculty?
Why not
Why not?
I say
Why not?
When a blogger has taken the time
The time
The time to chronicle her adventures
The time
The time to illustrate them with images that capture joys and curiosities
The time
The time to share only a collection of the most fascinating and memorable moments
The moments
The Moments that paint a picture of the writer’s psyche
Why not
Why not have the urge to comment
To comment
And to acknowledge
To acknowledge
And to engage
To engage
In a dialogue to create new meaning
And breathe
New life into these old posts
Profound and uncute
Why not
Why not?