A Drop in The Bucket 7/30

Today's writing prompt from NaPoWriMo is: Write about Money

A Drop in the Bucket

It’s in our DNA,

To build upon and build upon.

To multiply, and increase.

To take up more space, 

To be our own. 

To identify what is ‘mine’. 

One penny connecting to another,

Becoming another form of currency, 

Attracting more connections.

The endless becoming of many pieces 

That together represent 

More than the whole.

Culturally the monies display differently, 

But underlying the structure, 

Their concepts, 

look the same.

Like with our own DNA, 

Money buys ninety percent junk, 

Only ten percent for what we need to function.

Often, our wallets suffer from disease and loss. 

Some feel emptiness,

Some are obese,

Some are tainted with bad blood.

Many submit to the God gene and feel all powerful,

While others are stolen

Disappearing into the masses,

Unnoticeable,

                  An insignificant 

                                              drop 

                                                                       in the bucket.

It’s in our DNA to make more.

It’s in our DNA to take over,

As we spend

                              we speak,

                                                                 Through our voices,

                                          we evolve.

Aubade to a Sleepless Night 6/30

Aubade to a Sleepless Night 

Let me return this to you. 

It was a long night,

Restless and aching,

With sheets damp with worry. 

Upon your dawning,

I thought to give this back

See if you could do better with it. 

With its colorless cast,

Soundless lamenting,

It's not so much that I tired of it,

It just didn't seem to take to my efforts. 

So, here it is,

With its soft luring,

Whispering and warmth 

It so cruelly withheld from me. 

I know as soon as you rise, 

It will nuzzle up 

To your sunny disposition 

And stop racing around 

Through the gaps in my breaths.

Murky Waters 5/30

Murky waters. 

A place to stay away from,

Perhaps a state to beware of.

Or rather something to not get mixed up in. 

It might be too deep,

Too dark,

Unclean or worse. 

Yet, from the womb we emerge

A sooty mess,

All muddy from pure beings blood,

And we arrive full of light,

Having endured the darkest 

Mysteries of life.

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Enter or Exit 4/30

Where on earth to go?

Wheels can spin fast or turn slow. 

Enter or exit. 

Birdy Told Me Nothing 3/30

A little birdy told me nothing. 

Nothing about what was to be. 

Not a tweet about love,

Or loss, or glee. 

Of pain, hope and joy, there was silence,

Only a lone crow caw upsetting the balance. 

No flits of light on my shoulder,

Or visions of happy life when I'm older. 

Just here and now, amongst sky and ground. 

Inside just this moments sudden breeze I am found. 

A little birdy said nothing to me,

                                         and as it will be, 

                                                   Only a song for its mate

                            High in the tree. 

This is Mine 2/30

Now, just you wait a minute. 

I'm not done yet. 

I see you.  

I hear your scuttling. 

And you lurk around 

just about every corner. 

I know you're waiting. 

And you're restless. 

What is it with your impatience?

Your hunger?

For what?

Get your own. 

This is mine. 

This is mine. 

Subtly Step More Solidly 1/30

April is National Poetry Month

Puddlepoems is Participating in NaPoWriMo 2015 and will post a Puddlepoem-a-day for the Month 

Something not quite right,

Out of place,

Can't put your finger on it,

But it's right there,

Waiting for you to say ohhhh,

Waiting for that stomach drop feeling,

Then, 

oh. 

The whoosh of realization,

Something doesn't belong,

You don't belong.

The word imposter spits at you,

Taunting you with "I see you"

"I know you." 

But it doesn't 

And you're not. 

You belong right where you stand,

Because, 

Well,

Because you are standing there. 

Then,

Something not quite right,

Out of place,

You subtly step more solidly, 

shift right

Then left. 

There,

On your place. 

You belong. 

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