The Ways of Crabs
"...for this prompt, you must write a poem of exactly 44 words AND make certain it includes the word crab, or some form of the word—crabby, crabapple, crabbing, etc."
I'll be the first to admit, this isn't much of a poem! However, it's a true one. And that alone is reason enough for me to jump at the chance to join in anything with the prompt "crab"!
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I found a poem,
unfamiliar,
in my documents
just yesterday.
“The Ways of Crabs”
Unfinished
and not mine,
that I remember.
Yet,
no one else is here.
Do I sleep write poetry?
Bad poetry of crabs,
their scuttling ways,
and then…
compare to man's?
©2024 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved
Oh, so interesting. I wonder how it got there. A time-traveling you? 😉 I'm happy I gave you the prompt word, so you could (re)discover the poem.
ReplyDeleteIt was meant to be!
DeleteFun wordplay, Lisa. It was probably a gift from the Muse that you didn't fully register at the time.
ReplyDeleteIf so, my muse is a poet on par with Paul Neil Milne Johnstone, or at least the Azgoths of Kria! It's really, really bad. In case that is a mystery comment...
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How mysterious!
ReplyDeleteGreat piece Lisa. Seems if you write long enough, work gets shuffled into the closet of memory. Fun, those types of discovery encounters. I have them occasionally, though now more and more, as my closet clutters. Sometimes it is a wonderful experience, almost uplifting. At others, it’s — just let sleeping dogs lie.
ReplyDeleteIt seems, if one writes long enough, some of the pieces you’ve written seem to slip off over the years, lost in the closet of memory. I relate to what you’re talking about here. In fact, I am encountering that occurrence more and more as my closet clutters more and more with age. It can be a wonderful moment of discovery, even uplifting. At other times, I’m reminded of the saying — just let sleeping dogs lie.
ReplyDeletewhat a find!
ReplyDeleteOver the years I’ve come across quite few poems, finished and unfinished, that I don’t remember writing. They seem to scuttle crabwise into my subconscious and write themselves!
ReplyDeleteSerendipity, isn't it!
ReplyDeleteWow! What's the probability of that, Lisa? I really like how this piece came together!
ReplyDeleteMuch love,
David
SkepticsKaddish.com
This is so poignant and clever. We often come across unfinished poems and wonder what state of mind we were in while writing them 💙💙
ReplyDeleteI’ve sometimes shopped in my sleep. No writing poetry, though.😆
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