Naked eyes’re powerless
for they are invisible,
smaller than dust, no less.
Creepy crawlers, void of tiny legs,
bursting from vein to vein
inside a mortal, muscled-keg.
A minuscule army of
Platinum, Fluorine, Arsenic, Boron
haunting for the invading “C”.
With a fatal glow, ‘nother option
is the clear-cut missile of
Cobalt-60 and Nickel-60.
Both weapons attack
with precision after trialled years,
Inside the lab intelligent minds
haunt periodic table for more recruits
in the race against the cursed
maker of crocodile-not tears.
Battles may end six-feet deep
or above, but all are won.
With a sliver of hope,
sunrise remains divine.
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01.08.2019
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It is the story of a little Haitian girl named Chika diagnosed with a rare brain tumor. What a brave girl she was and still is.

I will be sharing more about this book in my future posts. 🙂
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Tonight, let’s get elementary. Let’s get back to the absolute basics of matter.
For Christmas this year, my son received a copy of Periodic Tales by Hugh Aldersley-Williams. It’s a book of stories about the different elements of the periodic table. I thought it might be fun to write some poems inspired by elements, and that’s what I want you to do tonight. You don’t need to have any knowledge of science to do this – we rub up against the elements every day.
When you stop and think about it, you realise there are so many elements surrounding us all the time. Maybe you’ll write about gold – the ultimate treasure? Or carbon, present in charcoal, coal, but also in diamonds? Maybe oxygen? Maybe you’ll fill a balloon with helium and let it go bobbing off; or give me a poem that’s a neon light in a dark night. Or maybe you’ll head off down into the lower layers of the table where the stranger elements like uranium and polonium lurk.
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a moving and sensitive poem … are you Rosma from when I first started blogging … we did the WP poetry course together?
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thank you so much for feeling the emotions of this piece, Kate. And YESSSSSS!!! I am Rosema! We did it together! ❤
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wow here you are still ever so bright and cherry with another blog name … sorry that’s why it took me a while to catch on.
How are you, what’s changed in your life?
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Oh I did not change the blog name. Or maybe I did? Was it rosemawrites before? HAHA. I cannot recall already. But please no worries. A lot has changed. I am married now and moved to another country for work. How about you, dear?
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Your blog was indeed called rosmawries! Sounds exciting, which country?
got off grid in a tiny home and moved closer to my mother who died in October … so big changes this year 🙂
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I moved to Malaysia. 🙂
Oh… changes are indeed the most constant thing of earth! how have you been since the move?
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good had several moves last year … off grid in my tiny home but landlords were a worry … one last move this year to my forever tiny 🙂
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awww. how do you feel about the moves? I have been uprooted for nearly a year now to my childhood home and there are days when I feel really bad. hehe
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I’ve lead a nomadic life so moves are the norm, just not an issue for me 🙂
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oh wow! that’s interesting.
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very nomadic … 🙂
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A hopeful ending!
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Indeed, Kim. Thank you.
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I love how the ending is full of hope for another tomorrow!
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yes. because hope is a gift from God. ❤ thank you, my friend!
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It sure is and you’re welcome. 😃
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thanks a lot!
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You’re welcome!
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❤ ❤ ❤
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It’s all elementary, my dear. 🙂 I love your take on the periodic tables. Well done. Looking forward to reading your review of Mitch Albom’s latest book.
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Thank you so much and welcome to my blog! Will be posting it soon. 🙂 Have you read it also?
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I have not read it yet. On my TBR list
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sounds amazing! thank you!
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I’m so glad you ended on a note of hope. We have weaponised so much. This is a really creepy poem, I felt it in my skin.
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Oh thank you so much, Sarah. Weapons can be bad or good depending on how we use them. 🙂
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I love the way we can use some of those elements to bring hope… the “C” is definitely a foe where we need elements that can maim.
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Indeed. I pray researchers will find the best recruits to defeat it. Thank you, Bjorn.
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There is power here, sister. You write with a great sense of reality (in poetry). I can imagine the minds haunting the periodic table, as you say, for more recruits. More things to irradiate or otherwise mutate or manipulate in order to make weapons. You’ve made a warning and a prophecy.
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Oh these words gave me goosebumps. How you read through and in between these lines. Thank you so so so much, brother!
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I love the sliver of hope
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Thank you, George!
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Thanks for leaving us with a sliver of hope. Great rhyme.
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We needed it together. Thank you, Beverly.
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I so admire the hope in the ending. Fighting cancer (creepy crawlers) is very challenging and can really sap one’s energy and hope. Congrats on the publication.
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That is true. It is a curse, I think. Thank you, Grace!
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