A Giraffe Would Have Been Nice

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics:  “In My Element”  (posted by Gospel Isoceles)

“Have you ever asked yourself, “Of what am I made?” (Yes, because the voices in our writer heads are all of course grammatically flawless;) If so, you’re certainly not alone.”

“Vedanta philosophy, ancient Greece, modern atomic theory, even the average inquisitive three year old, have attempted to determine what it is that comprises our being and our universe. I find it fascinating and profound that primitive cosmologies find matter in the four basic elements of earth, air, water, and fire, but after more seeking, must include one more element: the mysterious aether. And that this illumination of our own limited cognizance of creation is seen today despite our “advancements” in technological observation: the more we try to penetrate matter, the more empty space we encounter. This scientific or existential journey mirrors the wisdom of the sages throughout time: “the more you learn, the less you know.”

“The Chinese also identify elements, being earth, water, metal, fire, and wood, but are specific in defining them as “changes” or “energetic states of being,” a consideration which closely aligns with the dynamic and interconnected world in which we live where nothing is fixed or unhindered by external stimuli. Natural cycles and their interaction with the material play a large part in understanding the physics (and metaphysics) of our world.”

“Explore one or more of the above systems and then write a poem about or tangential to your element.”


A ram on fire–
naturally I butt
heads. My bark
is worse than
my horns, because
I was born on a day
of a waning crescent
moon, nearly too scarce
to be visible. Chinese
calendar suggests that I
belong to the Year of the
Ox. I have never been
yoked, but I have been
poked, and prodded.
The calendar also lists
March as an inauspicious
time for growing plants
or digging wells. Seems
obvious to me, and can’t
anyone see that a wedding
date in March is asking
for distaster?


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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20 Responses to A Giraffe Would Have Been Nice

  1. Hélène - Willow Poetry says:

    Wonderful poem, Sara. I love the humour too.


  2. robtkistner says:

    Great write Sara, witty, with some interesting Chinese tidbits. BTW – I LUUUUUVVV giraffes, always have. Their body configuration and their height moving in the long calm stride is surreal!


  3. rothpoetry says:

    A great poem Sara! I loved the not being yoked, but having been poked and prodded!


  4. Yes, a little common sense goes a long way. No need to consult the cosmic trajectories…


  5. Misky says:

    I always love reading your work, and this one is no exception. Humorous and intelligent.


  6. Grace says:

    March is so unpredictable. I like the lightness of your ending lines. Interesting title too, smiles.


  7. Love the humor… to be ox don’t sound like fun. Myself I’m a rat.


  8. Beverly Crawford says:

    I love the humor. And remember, were it not for the ox those wagon trains would never have made it to the West!

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  9. msjadeli says:

    If we could choose… I guess we can 🙂


  10. Smiled all the way through! 🙂

    “never been
    yoked, but I have been
    poked, and prodded.”


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