Diane Hine

Silver Star - 4,143 Points (25 July 1956)

Which Reminds Me... - Poem by Diane Hine

Curiosity is fossicking on Mars. Doctors ordered rest
after February’s little spill (of current) but it’s doing
okay now. Curiosity’s sucky percussion drill assays
bits of Mars in a buzz-boing-sniff-slurp kind of way.
Which reminds me…

In 1972, I was sorting mail in Stoneville’s stamp-
sized post office/general store, and watching a bee
and a blowfly trying to exit through the storefront
window. Boing boing boing boing they went without
knocking themselves out, and buzz buzz buzz buzz,
trying to drill themselves out. They paused now and
then, to probe the solid air under their feet with tiny
probing bits – sniff sniff, or suck it up – slurp slurp.
I wondered which one would dehydrate first. Then
I saw the nice hippy couple (Stoneville’s only hippies)
watching the bee and the blowfly from outside. They
came in, so I found their mail, but they hadn’t come
for that. They fossicked in their fringed bags until
they found what they needed: a little container and
a slip of paper. Ever so gently, they rescued the bee.
While they were releasing the hippy happy bee
outside (what a trippy tale it would tail-waggle back
at the hive) , I swatted the blowfly with their mail. Bye
bye blowfly; some bugs get saved, some get swatted,
some desiccate on windowsills, some serendipitously
bounce through open windows. Lots of them try to
hammer-drill their way through solid glass. They’re
either dumb, or abreast with quantum tunnelling.
Bye bye blowfly, I dug your groovy gyroscopes; you
were prettier than a pale blue aerogram. Bye bye
aerogram too; emails are flightier than you.
Which reminds me…

someone I hadn’t heard from in years sent me an
email the other day. I tried to guess what it would
say but, I didn’t even know what I wanted it to say.
Rare emails are astonishing, like memos from Mars.
Far out Curiosity, I dig your sucky drill. What will you
find? I don’t mind. How about a way out riddle?

Topic(s) of this poem: poem

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Brian Johnston's March challenge: an echo poem to John Westlake's 'How I would describe myself'.

Comments about Which Reminds Me... by Diane Hine

  • Daniel Brick (4/11/2015 6:25:00 PM)

    Lyn Paul below got it right - you're a storyteller, Diane, BUT you prefer the amorphous world before there's a set plot. And prepared dialogue - forget it. The players' minds are stuffed with things to say... OK,7-6-5-4-3-2....1. GO into your imaginations and come out tossing words back and forth! (Report) Reply

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (4/4/2015 2:21:00 PM)

    Nicely and aptly presented. Word choice is very good. A beautiful poem, thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (4/4/2015 12:29:00 AM)

    here (below) is the comment i left about this poem as it also appears as an echo to John Westlake's poem in the March edition of Brian's Johnston's PH poem......

    'A C P C - 2015/03 New Challenge Poem/Title Contest - VOTE HERE Poem by Brian Johnston'

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    FOSSICKING? ? (is that a pornographic word; I MUST research it)
    Australian/New Zealandinformal
    gerund or present participle: fossicking
    1. rummage; search.
    he spent years fossicking through documents
    o search for gold in abandoned workings.

    ok, we’ll allow it!
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    But it took me a while to figure out “what you meant” by “Curiosity”, especially when you used it two times at the starts of a sentences, where it typically would be capitalized, even if not a “proper name” ……………of a ‘dune buggy’.
    concept ships: Curiosity lands on Mars!

    “buzz-boing-sniff-slurp” ……boring? bong? OH! THAT “boing! ” I must need more pizza; I didn’t get it at first (the “boing” I mean) .

    Favorite lines:

    “then to probe the solid air under their feet with tiny
    probing bits – sniff sniff, or suck it up – slurp slurp.”


    “outside (what a trippy tale it would tail-waggle back
    at the hive) , I swatted the blowfly with their mail. Bye
    bye blowfly; some bugs get saved, some get swatted, ”

    [As is typical, in my limited experience with Diane’s poems, this poem (so far; not finished reading yet) is clever as well as scientific! it really helps to be SOMEWHAT educated to understand some of them! ]

    “way out riddle”? are you talking ‘hippy talk’ NOW? or are we talking “way out in space” riddle? ?

    So, the postal service in Australia is probably falling on ‘hard times’, as is my alma mater (so to speak; 26+ years of faithful service from me) the USPS. Emails are great, but I pity the loss of jobs it has created while it undoubtedly had created some others!

    and I see that Diane, like my “home boss” (and me to a more limited extent) spares certain “bugs” while exterminating (mercilessly) others. how do you treat spiders, m’lady? ?

    another fine poem, which DOES HELP TO DESCRIBE YOU. but it may not be quite what Brian (or I) have in our minds as an “echo poem”. perhaps this will work to Brian’s benefit in the grand competition? ? ?

    nice, Diane. :) bri
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  • Dinesh Nair (4/1/2015 9:06:00 AM)

    A born narrator of tales amazing you are Daine. The prosaic structural flaw, if any, has been done away with the fresh wave of introspective mettle within the write..
    Sorry Diane, for being away from the PH almost three months now. Shall try to stay back...
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  • (3/31/2015 7:46:00 PM)

    Far out! Diane. A difficult riddle would be fine. Also a Rosetta Stone with a third of it in bee, Doolittle notwithstanding. (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (3/30/2015 5:11:00 PM)

    You are a true story teller. Much enjoyed and I remember the blue aerogram. (Report) Reply

  • (3/29/2015 8:37:00 PM)

    Strange yet informative enlightening poem.
    Thankyou for it. Fossicking is was a new word for me. Had to look it up.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 29, 2015

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