What it is Not

1 Apr

What is it not?
No one ever asks but
it is not five times seven times three
it is not forty degrees north
seventy four degrees west

it is not found
like a penny on the sidewalk
or passed over, or let go altogether
because budget cuts
because the market these days

it isn’t able to be deleted
like a voice mail we didn’t listen to
or muted
like a conversation that bores us
it is not fruitful to ignore

it isn’t about giving leftovers to a stranger
on the corner, with no teeth
it isn’t about saying yes
and meaning no, not really
and it is not your very favorite song

it won’t bite you
nor whine in your ear all night
and you can’t hold it, so
you didn’t expect it
to purr in your hand

and despite your best intentions
to appear nonchalant
it won’t ask you to stay
nor will it give you a choice
either way.

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National Poetry Month is here! The challenge of NaPoWriMo is to write a poem every day for 30 days. There are prompts all over the web to help you accomplish this. I chose to use today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo.net, which was to write a poem of negation. Sounded fun and interesting to me, so I gave it a shot. Hope you like it, and join us this month in writing poems every day.

Click on the button to hear me read this poem out loud:

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21 Responses to “What it is Not”

  1. Linda Kruschke August 6, 2015 at 5:07 pm #

    Yes, but what is it? I’m dying to know, now that I know so clearly what it is not. Peace, Linda

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    • aris August 6, 2015 at 7:21 pm #

      “It” is “Death.”

      Excellent poem.

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      • lupitatucker August 6, 2015 at 7:35 pm #

        I like to leave the interpretation up to the reader, Linda. I know what I had in mind when I wrote it, but it might be other things to other people. But, I’ll give you a clue of what it is for me: unavoidable, unfindable, unlosable, unexact, unable to be manipulated, undefinable, not shallow or mean, and it takes hold of us, we can never take hold of it.

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      • Linda Kruschke August 6, 2015 at 8:12 pm #

        Hmmm, not sure that fits for me, because death could be about saying yes but meaning no. I figured “it” might be something different for everyone. This is an interesting take. Peace, Linda

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  2. K. A. Bryce August 6, 2015 at 6:24 pm #

    Lupita, I thought this really fine work. A pleasure to read. Smiles…>KB

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    • lupitatucker August 6, 2015 at 6:32 pm #

      Thanks KB! Really glad to hear, I know you have high standards 🙂

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      • K. A. Bryce August 6, 2015 at 8:15 pm #

        I really thought it special and full. Never for a moment did I care what it was–you made it unnameable in an intrinsic way. >KB

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  3. Grace August 6, 2015 at 6:58 pm #

    A very interesting writing process and begs the question of what it is ~ Is it love, smiles ~

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  4. Grace Black August 6, 2015 at 7:35 pm #

    Oh! I remember this prompt in NaPoWriMo. You wrote it with verve. Such a lovely piece. Thank you for sharing at dverse!

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  5. kelly August 6, 2015 at 8:32 pm #

    I love a poem that leaves room for interpretation…. “It” will be something different to each of us, but your words will ring true every time. Well done!

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  6. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) August 7, 2015 at 12:53 am #

    Yes.. the negation really made me thinking.. and maybe “it” is different for each of us..

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  7. MarinaSofia August 7, 2015 at 2:20 am #

    I didn’t see this at the time, so I’m really glad you shared it with you us at OLN. Wonderful list poem of negation, really enjoyed it, and of course the ‘what it is’ will be interpreted differently by each of us. I first thought ‘compassion’ but now think it might be love.

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  8. scotthastiepoet August 7, 2015 at 7:25 am #

    As ever, Lupe a very interesting and original write – you have your own voice for sure, which always makes it a pleasure to come here… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com

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  9. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) August 7, 2015 at 8:46 am #

    Fun and intriguing.

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  10. kanzensakura August 7, 2015 at 11:17 am #

    “it” truly is different for us all. Well written and certainly got me to thinking.

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    • lupitatucker August 7, 2015 at 11:41 am #

      Thank you! I like that I wrote something that makes people think.

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  11. Sanaa Rizvi August 8, 2015 at 9:50 am #

    Whoa.. didn’t see that coming!! Powerful write 🙂

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  12. Glenn Buttkus August 8, 2015 at 3:52 pm #

    Love, death, transition, dementia, shingles–so many delicious roads to travel, & guides to follow. My wife, she she negates something & I inquire about it, say simply, “Because I said no instead of yes”.

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    • lupitatucker August 9, 2015 at 11:35 pm #

      Shingles! you guessed it Glenn!! I haven’t had a chance to swing by Blackthorne way, but will do so shortly.

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  13. katiemiafrederick August 10, 2015 at 5:10 pm #

    So True.. for me at least..
    Living iN THE Now..
    has no pRiCe..
    othEr
    than
    NOW..
    no meaSurement..
    to limit or expectation
    ALL IS now as well
    as noThing
    N0W..:)

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