Notes to sky from under a rock

I keep trying to hide

but you keep finding me

with your giant offered raindrops

making me feel

the world doesn’t always

want to smash me

.

.

.

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This tiny poem was written in two parts. The first half (up to raindrops) was written on the day that Akanksha set out another 20-words-Tuesday story prompt for us all, over at her blog Bulbul’s Bubble. Do check out her awesome blog with tons of kind community vibes and fun inspiration if you haven’t already. I loved Akanksha’s own 20-word story so much (the prompt is: Hiding, and her story included raindrops but how they could be scary) and it made me think of tiny crabs under a rock. My son is so sweet with them when he finds them. And raindrops would be large to them but could be soothing. Sometimes I associate with being like a hermit crab (I once had a blog based on that). Then life interrupted while trying to make an ending I liked, that fit the 20 word limit (I’ve still failed in that regard ;)), so I didn’t finish.

The second part I wrote days later, after being at the the beach, and hearing my other son tell me about some people he’d seen further along, who’d brought their crab trap out of the water and proceeded to violently smash the crabs (large ones, of course) to death against a nearby boat before cooking them over the fire. It think it would have been traumatic to see that. I don’t know much (well not anything really) about crab fishing (having been mostly vegetarian since age 16, and strictly so for 20 years of that time, feeling it was hypocritical to eat anything I wouldn’t be willing or able to kill myself) but perhaps there could be a kinder way. Anyway, the quickly-finished poem might not seem to make much sense except intuitively, doesn’t fit the word limit and certainly doesn’t warrant this much explanation, but this is the end product, and sometimes I like to talk shop lol. ;))

Thanks for all your inspiration, and for all your soothing raindrops. :)) xoxo “Lia”

15 thoughts on “Notes to sky from under a rock

    1. Hey yash… actually the one who saw the crabs being killed is now terrified of them, interestingly. They were big though. But it’s hard to even get him to go in the water since then!! The youngest is a total water baby and not afraid of little or big creatures so far. Each one is different. :)) Thanks for your very kind words, and yes Akanksha is wonderful. πŸ˜ŠπŸ™πŸ’›

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  1. Wow! The poem is wonderful, Lia, I absolutely love it. It is a blessing to have someone who can find us even in our deepest pit or behind the biggest rock.
    It is always amazing to know behind the curtain story of any work and this time was no different! I could have never guessed that you wrote this piece in two installments, it’s seamless! Thank you a ton for sharing this! (So sorry for reading this a bit late, I have been beneath the rock myself this week πŸ˜…)
    much love and hugs! πŸ’–πŸ€—πŸ™πŸ’•

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    1. Please don’t ever apologize, you’re always amazingly supportive and we all have offline lives to live as well… mine has been pretty busy lately so I’m in the same boat. Thank you so much Akanksha for all the kind words. πŸ₯°πŸ₯°πŸ™πŸ™πŸ’–πŸ’–

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        1. It’s been so very busy but I love that, just less time for writing is all. :)) So many unfinished/interrupted drafts. Thanks and much love to you as well. Always happy when Tuesday comes nowadays. ;)) πŸ€—πŸ’•πŸ’•

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            1. So kind, thank you πŸ’•πŸ’• (Though mostly the drafts just sit in drafts, I like to create things anew. ;)) Same to you, keep shining lovely A. β˜€οΈπŸŒ»πŸ™Œ

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                1. Thanks to your encouragement I started looking through my heaps of drafts yesterday… such a total mess. But interesting to see where my thoughts were at. Quite cyclical really with a lasting undertone of the same fears and wishes. Sometimes I wish there would be a final climax, and I keep trying to make one. But then I guess the story would be over. Maybe I’m not ready for it to end just yet… maybe I still have hope for the best. ;)) Hugs and thanks for listening and for sharing πŸ€—πŸ’–

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                  1. It happens with me too when I look at my own old work. Sometimes it surprises me to know that I wrote it as it turned out beautiful πŸ˜‚.
                    I get that, wishing for the end but knowing that it isn’t the right time so it would not be perfect no matter what. But maybe the fun is in the journey rather than the destination.
                    Ready to listen and share anytime, friend!
                    Hugs and kisses β€οΈπŸ™β€οΈπŸ€—

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