NaPoWriMo DAY ONE 1 April 2020
got a round, a pointed side
a coppery smooth, a sharp one
curiously manmade, metal,
can’t complain if I thought up
a paradox of a tool,
need to control things
put them in place
make sure they’re where they belong
I demand order and certainty
except how orderly, how certain is
this thumbtack of a life?
Handle it the wrong way
it’ll stab you
push it where you’d want it,
you’ll exhaust yourself
inadvertently step on it
it’ll puncture your soul
life’s giant thumbtack
sometimes shines a sunny sheen
others its twists and turns
assail with pointed spears
now it’s got me locked down
where it’s decided I belong
else without even a pinprick
a mere sneeze, an out-breath
it’ll end my life like
it’s killed thousands
which end, the sharp
or the benevolent
will turn my way?
Living Lives 
Wow: “Life’s giant thumbtack
sometimes shines a sunny sheen” — good stuff!!
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Thank you Liz. Love your comment. And am forever grateful you inspired me to do this!🌺
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Handle it the wrong way
it’ll stab you
push it where you’d want it,
you’ll exhaust yourself
Love this Jo! This is certainly Life. Happy NapoWriMo!
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Thank you. How nice to get a comment from you!
Must find your site.🥀
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