{"id":109359,"date":"2013-07-30T23:53:26","date_gmt":"2013-07-31T03:53:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/109359\/poem-wreck-of-the-very-dear\/"},"modified":"2013-07-30T23:53:26","modified_gmt":"2013-07-31T03:53:26","slug":"poem-wreck-of-the-very-dear","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/109359\/poem-wreck-of-the-very-dear\/","title":{"rendered":"POEM: Wreck Of The Very Dear"},"content":{"rendered":"

This 25 word poem was made from the poem at the bottom, one of two featured on this month’s CPC Pick Apart poetry challenge<\/a>. The poem is one I wrote a couple of months ago. \u00a0Then there is another of nineteen words made from the second poem on the challenge.<\/font><\/font><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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\n <\/font><\/strong>
\n WRECK OF THE VERY DEAR<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

Odysseus plied his paper transformation.
\n Blindness struck, wreaking great havoc.
\n Mighty rips capsized the ship.
\n Tears rained.
\n Drenched in desolation, desperation,
\n Hera discovered a lifeboat…<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

Copyright July 30th 2013 RGD<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

HERA’S HERO<\/strong><\/font> <\/strong><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

In ancient legend Hera\u2019s love
\n shown down on him from up above
\n while brave <\/strong><\/font>Odysseus plied his<\/font> way
\n through threats encountered day by day.
\n During his quest her <\/font>blindness<\/font> <\/font>struck<\/font>.
\n when faced with immortal bad luck.
\n As mad Medusa\u2019s spell was cast,
\n Hera could not see his ship\u2019s mast.
\n He on his voyage sallied forth.
\n Her <\/font>tears rained<\/font> south as he sailed north,
\n <\/font>wreaking great havoc<\/font> on his path.
\n Her hero <\/font>drenched in<\/font> sorrow\u2019s bath.
\n Hera\u2019s soul knew <\/font>desolation<\/font>,
\n until, in love\u2019s <\/font>desperation<\/font>,
\n she cast a <\/font>paper transformation<\/font>
\n on <\/font>the<\/font> surface of the ocean.
\n Reaching down from heaven\u2019s gate,
\n <\/font>Hera<\/font> grasped firm upon their fate:
\n she tore the paper cover up
\n and pulled to find her loving cup.
\n Odysseus was thus tossed out
\n when his <\/font>ship capsized<\/font> on its route.
\n <\/font>A<\/font> handy <\/font>lifeboat<\/font> saved his day,
\n but it kept moving the wrong way.
\n When Hera\u2019s godly fingertips
\n felt the goal of her <\/font>mighty rips<\/font>,
\n her great heart lept with divine joy
\n and he became the first boy toy.<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

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<\/p>\n

<\/font><\/strong><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

But soon anon she put him back
\n to ride his tiny questing track
\n on new watercourse untattered.
\n She had <\/font>discovered<\/font> that size mattered.<\/font><\/strong><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

Copyright May 18th 2013 RGD<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

FORMATIVE YEARS<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/font><\/strong><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

<\/strong><\/font><\/font><\/strong><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

A mother’s love:
\n always apparent,
\n with kindness transparent.
\n Both clearly loved,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n both raised well.<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/font><\/strong><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

Job suited her.
\n Encourages peak effort.
\n Fine inside.
\n Budding.<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/font><\/strong><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

When I was young my mother\u2019s love
\n was <\/strong><\/font>always<\/font> quite <\/font>apparent<\/font>.
\n We both could see it in <\/font>her<\/font> eyes;
\n her <\/font>kindness<\/font> was <\/font>transparent.<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/font><\/strong><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

<\/font><\/p>\n

My sister Randi was just five
\n when our dad deserted.
\n So mother <\/font>raised<\/font> us <\/font>both<\/font> herself
\n with <\/font>effort well <\/font>concerted.
\n Oh, motherhood is not a <\/font>job<\/font>
\n that\u2019s <\/font>suited<\/font> for the weak.
\n <\/font>A mother\u2019s love<\/font> <\/font>encourages<\/font>
\n parenting at its <\/font>peak<\/font>.
\n No single incident stands out
\n in those <\/font>fine<\/font> thirteen years.
\n Well maybe when my snakes got loose,
\n which drove her near to tears.
\n I felt so bad I\u2019d frightened her,
\n but she did not berate,
\n insisting that I take them out
\n <\/font>inside<\/font> a mesh-topped crate.
\n She let them stay in the garage,
\n rather than sack the lot,
\n Her <\/font>budding<\/font> herpetologist
\n was <\/font>clearly loved <\/font>a lot!<\/font><\/p>\n

<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

Oh, motherhood is not a job
\n that\u2019s suited for the weak.
\n A mother\u2019s love encourages
\n parenting at its peak.
\n <\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

Copyright May 9th 2013 RGD<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/font><\/strong><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This 25 word poem was made from the poem at the bottom, one of two featured on this month’s CPC Pick Apart poetry challenge. The poem is one I wrote a couple of months ago. \u00a0Then there is another of nineteen words made from the second poem on the challenge. WRECK OF THE VERY DEAR […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-109359","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/109359","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=109359"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/109359\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=109359"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=109359"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=109359"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}