Describing the world is not either-or

 

Typically, "approved mind-sets" are limited and they consider a limited set of "facts."

Their othodoxys are entirely contained inside a "thought box." To really see a situation, it is necessary to climb out of that box, stand outside it in order evaluate the possibilities.

Can't get there from here....

This is what the future looks like to me. Too early to say if that is good or bad.

April 2016 Poem A Day #16 - My Order

The prompt was go to a restaurant and write a poem there - or write a poem about eating out....


My order

I want a small order
not a plateful big enough for ten.
I don't want butter or salt.
Forget the meat, not today.
I don't want a lot of sugar,
or while flour or grease.
Don't bring me a grey-green blob
of over-cooked veggies,
no wilted lettuce, no
sticky clump of white rice.
Don't bring any soda,
no creamer either
Wait. 

I'm going home for lunch.

                        --- Mad Mar Walker (Mistryel)

April 2016 Poem A Day #11 Defensive

Defensive

Little crab has backed into a corner.
The backwards days are over.
Side-to-side is not an option.
.
Little crab waggles eye stalks,
blinks, raises claws,
ready to go forward.
Go forward or bust.

                        --- Mad Mar Walker (Mistryel)

NaPoWriMo #11 - Half of life is just showing up, oh well

Half of life is just showing up, oh well

Yes I often stay at home.
read a book or give the cat a lap
curl up in a quilt and take a sumptuous, stolen nap.

Think of all the wonders I might well have seen
were I a more ambitious chick
and less agoraphobic queen.

I 'd have taken all the workshops,
heard the concerts, seen the shows
won laurels on those days that I declined to even go.

- Mar Walker

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OOH --   I seem to have way too many "what ifs"  so chosing one for the poem was over my head today.

The Prompt:

Everyday we make choices. Some are small: English breakfast or Lipton? the highway or back roads? Some are more significant: convertible or mini-van? farmhouse or condo?

Some choices lead us straight into the life we’re living, but for this poem, think about one of the things in your life you didn’t choose.

Be concrete. Pick an object — something tangible* — and write your poem directly to it, as if you were writing it a personal letter. Explain why you didn’t choose it. What could things have been like if you had? Talk about what your life has become without it. See where the “confession” takes you.

*As an alternative, dig a little deeper and write your poem to a person you left behind.

NaPoWriMo #6 -- Today's menu

Today's Menu of Choices

Dog looking
Dog looking at me
Dog poised to do a happy doggie dance.

Me looking
Me looking at the mirror
at the back of dog's head
poised to take a picture.

The looker and the look-ee
both expectant, assessing
the possibilities, full of energy.
Dog wanting something,

an adventure of walking
sniffing, chasing, a car ride.
Me wanting a photo, showing
a doorway, a place of entry

for reflection, for life and its shadow
where the right and the left  are joined
in a lake of glass: this moment
whose surface shows

all the actual places
we could go from here.
Woof.

-- Mar Walker

My dog, pictured above, is named Oggi which means Today.The prompt was to write a poem from a picture. I am so very glad for this prompt. I have always liked this photo and was never sure why. I thought it held something unusual but I wasn't sure just what until now.