Silly seagull

A warning about wildlife in this issue of your weekly dose of fresh poetry #151

Hey seagull, silly bird,
that ice cream, it was mine!
You made my finger hurt.
You really crossed the line.

We're angry with you now,
and will be for a while
until someday, somehow,
my tears turn to a smile.

My brother and my dad
help me forget this loss.

I've stories to tell now
and am no longer sad.

We were on the beach the other day. Early evening, ice creams in our hands. Until a seagull swept down and snatched my daughter’s ice cream right out of her little hand. Even biting her finger. It was a shock. It was a drama. It was a bit scary, too. Fortunately, my son and I managed to help my daughter recover from the shock, the sadness of losing a big part of her ice cream and the pain in her finger. She’s strong. Then we saw what we gained from it: an exciting story to tell in school after the summer break and… the poem above.

What shock loss have you recently managed to turn into something positive?

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Poetics in life

Another World Cup has kicked off this week, the FIFA Women’s World Cup. Another tournament with amazing stories. There’s drama of the Dutch super striker Vivanne Miedema is out due to injury, or a last-minute injury keeping Australia’s Sam Kerr sidelined. The opening match already provided a hero-story, when New Zealand beat Norway against expectations with a beautiful goal. Thre are two absolutely great players who can achieve a unique record: scoring in six different World Cup Finals tournaments. Watch the national sides of Canada and Brazil for this. In short, it’s going to be inspiring. Will you watch?

The video above is a tribute to Marta, the Brazilian legendary player.

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Poetry elsewhere

Some wildlife takes a form strikingly similar to humans. The intriguing part is that you can either see them as the ones being looked at - for example, the riders in a legendary bicycle road race - or the ones looking on and behaving like animals. Then there are the ones capturing that and more in poetry. Like Dane Hamman does in

derailleur

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Yellow, White | White, Yellow

Exercises in word play are fun. And they can inspire interesting insights while connecting old texts with modern tech. That is what the poet known as aether did in this poem I Am that I Am.

Digital poetry, especially the pieces that are created in the wonderful world of Web3, is increasingly about more than words. Where some, such as aether in the previous poem, are creating beautiful art with only words, others, like the poet known as Futuradora, are making poetry more and more an art form that should not just be read, but be experienced. The poem Birth of Futuradora is a beautiful example of that.