NaPoWriMo.net prompt to use a photo from @SpaceLiminalBot’s feed for inspiration:
It’s all about perspective, isn’t it?
I’m swimming in a world gone awry
looking for the ladder of escape
which way’s up?
I wrap my arms around this dream and squeeze.
I unfold expectations, unwrapping a gift of discovery
What am I?
He wraps his arms around her dream and squeezes.
She unfolds expectations, unwraps discovery
What is she with him?
What is he with her?
What are they in their dreams?
You wrap your arms around your dream and squeeze
Unfold your expectations, unwrap your gift.
What are you?
NaPoWriMo #2 playing with voice
Read and understand,
The world is not as narrow
as your mind.
If you live a life,
mired in the same mud,
you will never know the
glories of a mountain peak,
power of ocean depths.
Read and understand,
What you have seen
is not all there is.
What you have felt
is not all there is to feel.
See and understand,
There is more.
So much more.
Than what you know.
Open your eyes,
to the world
See and understand.
Your world is a place of melodrama.
Teacups can’t contain the tempests that turn around you.
Moles man earth movers making mountains.
There are so many bigger things in the world,
like poverty, war, disease.
In the scheme of things, that she looked at you funny,
or he didn’t return your tweet,
is worth less than a shrug.
Truly, if you live in a land at peace,
your life is sweet.
She says she’s not waiting for a handsome prince
and laughs like she’s joking.
But she had a handsome prince
and she she treated him like a frog,
so if one was to come along now,
I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t even recognize him.
Tall, dark, curly haired, and smiling wide,
he poses against the Coast Mountains with a beautiful girl.
“Wait. Is that Justin Trudeau?” someone asks.
No. My daughter isn’t dating the (married) Prime Minister.
The ocean sparkles beneath the blue sky,
tankers, container ships, and whales pass by.
Our Prime Minister lived and taught here.
Now he lives and works across the country.
West Coast leaves a vibe that makes an impression,
Freedom and justice look different from mountain tops.
The view is more expansive.
Young people make beginnings that may be auspicious
Perspective is everything.
She told you, didn’t she?
You saw it in her eyes and the set of her lips.
She had expectations,
and you, generally so sensible to duty,
ignored overt and covert messages,
and carried on blithely
as steam gathered in her head and shot out her ears
in silent reprobation.
Then you shrugged your shoulders, quirked your eyebrows,
and said, “What?” with a tone that flipped all switches of her self-control
and you were astonished at the explosion of emotion
She told you. Why weren’t you listening?