even if fate pulls us apart, i'll always love you.
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03/04/23 • experiment with parataxis / beetle facts of dubious veracity / help! there’s private language in my beetles / who would put a poem back together if it exploded
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I saw a rather large beetle (compared to the other beetles I see) on the sidewalk when I went to work yesterday morning. I checked on it a few times after I found it. It moved a bit throughout the morning and then it was gone.
I really liked seeing it and I thought it was very pretty. I took some pictures of it:)
I guess I liked it so much, I was inspired to write poems about it before bed last night/this morning 😂 I hardly remember writing them.
I love the beetle.
The poem says:
Beetle
Hello little friend
I met you on the sidewalk
So little and green
You sit “in the way”
I believe I am in yours
I apologize
- Scissors for scale -
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im going to be asleep by midnight pleeeaaaase <- lying. regretfully
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this beetle crawled on my shoe and held on for about 5 minutes while i walked around before flying off. miss him
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also when i say 'recent' for that poem i mean like. a few months......i sadly havent written any poetry since school ended basically. actually not since exams started so not since may 😔
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Eoarchean Downpour
Molten land for the longest time,
With no life for eons on end.
Not a whisper of life could hold,
For the fires not a chance would lend.
"Enough", said the Earth, "Hell no more".
As the heat yielded, then came change.
At last, life was freed from its chains,
The downpour dawning a new age.
A great deluge poured, with no pause,
And primordial oceans swelled.
Unrecognisable was Earth,
For never again would it melt.
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Strawberry Fields Forever by Ellie White (taken from Vanishing Below the Waist). This poem borrows its title and one line from The Beatles.
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BLUE BEETLE:
Recent graduate
Forms link with an alien suit
Family stands talll
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Beetle
I spent summer on my back like a beetle
holding up my legs to dance for you and everything in between us, undignified
but shining blue black under your light
you found the colours in my shell and
held them up to be admired, you told me
that nothing earthly compared to their beauty
so I tucked in my wings and learned how to sing about the beauty of the sky
and the benefits of staying still
I shut every single pair of eyes
as if I could keep you with sheer will
you could have picked me up and put me back down on my little feet
you could have done that at least
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And I will bleed as the ladybird does
As a reflex
To warn those who come to do me harm
I am not easy prey
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Catching a truth in your hand is the same as catching a bug.
Look away. Avoid its gaze, play at nonchalance.
Maybe try to stretch out your sentences, or linger over every word
Like it’s somebody you love. Oh, distract yourself
A little and almost forget what’s false in the wash, but then
Quick!
Now!
Jump!
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why SHOULDNT i write another poem about beetles. if you do it enough times it’s not repetitive it just becomes a Motif. <- real
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honestly hysterical sometimes to read responses to some of my poems bc so many of them are like, “you are so good at examining faith and talking about god :) what a good christian girl :)” and im like. no actually im an atheist and part of the reason i write poetry about religion and god is bc i have a fundamentally weird relationship with religion and god. i havent been to church in years. god to me is a little guy im rotating around like a chicken blorbo. stop accusing me of being a fundamentalist for talking about god.
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