Photo by Philip Weaver, Birmingham, 1964
Today’s prompt challenges us “to write a poem about a very large thing. It could be a mountain or a blue whale or a skyscraper or a planet or the various contenders for the honor of being the Biggest Ball of Twine. Whatever giant thing you choose, I hope this chance to versify in praise of the huge gets your poetic engines humming.” (Full NaPoWriMo post available here.)
I chose to turn an abstract concept into a concrete place and try to find my way around in it.
PS–The posted draft has expired, but here are some photos of Tübingen, taken this April (2022).
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How kind of you to replace certain poems with your photos and videos from Prague, Romana. 🙂 It is like travelling by your side. The first photo in this gallery looks not unlike my Ljubljana.
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It was my pleasure! I ran out of time to replace them with art pieces, but I tend to take way too many photos wherever I go, so that was my way out of this pickle. I would love to see Ljubljana one day. Working on staying healthy so I have more time for all these dream cities.💜🍃
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Romana: you are the witch of the paradox, which
is the cauldron of creativity.
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Thank you, Jo C! Here I am, stirring a cauldron of suspicious-looking odds and ends in the hope of a good meal.🥰
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“Silent as a grave” comes to mind here, but somehow it is not scary. This is the kind of silence I crave too and, yes, you have to work hard and be fearless to get to that place.
A beautiful poem.
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Thank you so much, Natasa! I don’t find graveyards scary at all–peaceful, maybe. And yes, this kind of silence requires ultimate focus.🍃
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Most might be frightened by the silent. I invite it at inopportune moments…. Like this.
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I do too!🍃
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This is a stunning poem!!!
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Thank you!🙏🍃
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That’s a hard place to find sometimes; you’ve captured it well. (K)
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Thank you, K.!🙏🍃
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I love your creative take. I have never actively meditated, but reading your poem, this line [quote removed by RI] teaches me what meditation is.
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Thank you so much, Gloria! I think there are different ways to practice meditation and centering ourselves through language is one of them.💜🍃
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You found a good silence and a good life. ❤
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Thanks, Manja!🙏💜 Both life and silence are works-in-progress. This is more of a wishful situation. I ‘m afraid I very much need praise and people and well, not to be silent…
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You say in a reply to a comment:
“I think there are different ways to practice meditation and centering ourselves through language is one of them.💜🍃”
I could not agree more!
Poetry, too, is a way of centering ourselves through language.
Your poems, unfailingly, act on me in that way.
Your last lines
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open a wound,
hold up a healing balm.
Thank you, Romana, for writing with such a sweet dagger.
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Thank YOU, Jo C, for being such a wonderful reader!💜🍃
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A great twist on the prompt! Well done.
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Thank you!
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Tremendous. And in this silence everyone will adhere to the the unspoken rule: speak only if it improves on the silence.
I love your creative prowess. Adore it really. Thanks for going this deep. I’m in awe of you. Thanks so much. Tremendous 👏 💜 👏
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Thank you for your kind words, dear Selma!🙏 I love that unspoken rule.🥰
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