Perspective

This poem started as a comment to a poem EXCLUDED by poet Marta Pombo Sallés( momentsbloc ).

Words tell a story beautiful,
Vivid and lyrical.
As the pictures roll,
Observant to the minute details
Not a part of the story to tell,
Anguished, the poet wails.
Desire to embrace,
But fearful of being absorbed,
Apprehensive of losing self.
A tune off scale rattles,
As the muse ponders
Irony of the observer.
To be included
And lose perspective,
Or left alone,
A path lonely
To be traversed.
Excluded.

So-Called

When someone disagrees
Call them so-called
Those spineless
Spewing righteousness
Will keep silent
Roaring like circus clowns
If the table is reversed
And the one
Who has lost
The majority votes
Is called so-called
By others
Seen through their
Transparent skins
In order to make rich richer
And steal from the poor
Those so-called supporters
Of pro-life
Who won’t flinch
To close the door
On services to the living
It’s OK when so-called
Advice and consent was stalled
Use the nuclear option
If the so-called opposition filibuster
What a irony that we forget
What’s good for the goose
Is good for the gander

Wish:Week Forty One of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”

Wish it would not have happened. Wish things would have turned out to be different. Wish the country we love would not be marching towards being a hotbed of archaic policies reversing all the progress made in recent past.  But if wishes would have been horses…

No point weeping over what happened.  What was not supposed to happen, did happen.  Pundits were proved wrong.  Religious rights holding their noses, in their pursuit for the control of the womb, voted for a man who would hardly fit the definition of a religious person.  What a hypocrisy. This election, for all intents, was fought only on one issue by the conservative rights, for a total control of SCOTUS for next few decades.  The person who tweeted vigorously in 2012 against the electoral college, will be elected the 45th president not on the basis of popular votes, but on the basis of the archaic garbage of history carried over from the founding of the first democratic country of the world. What an irony.

I was thinking of skipping my post for Write Anything Wednesday today.  But what is the point of weeping alone.  Saw many posts on my reader about the election.  The tune of all the posts were more or less similar, a nostalgic wish for a different result.  But wishing alone will not change the result.

Wishing is one thing and working towards achieving one’s ideals another.  To that end, I chose the word “Wish” as the starting word of my poem for week forty one of my fifty two weeks journey with the Letter “W”.

I feel good that I decided to write my blog today.  It had lifted my gloom, tomorrow is another day and I am ready to face it, come what may.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Nov-9-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings

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