The word: Thought

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I recognized a father and son who were visiting the library, and we figured out that we had seen each other before at my children’s school. The son, Evan, gave me the word “thought” for a poem, and it was fun to imagine all of the ways the word could be spun.

The Stranger: Evan

The Word: Thought

The poem I wrote:

I am stuck in a thought
like a bubble around my head;
I can’t see through it and it
doesn’t want to pop. I wonder
who else can see it. Hello?
Anyone want to join me in here?
Oh hello. You must be thinking
what I am thinking. What?
Just that two people can sit
so cozy like this, in conversation
about—all these thoughts.
Like what? I forget. It popped. 

The Challenge: Do you have a poem in you on this word? Write one here.

11 comments on “The word: Thought”

  1. Kevin Geraghty

    November 7, 2018 at 1:56 pm Reply

    You Did Your Climbing in Sunshine

    You were a child when they said,…
    “Climb your way to Glory”.
    And you were glorious
    in ascension,
    clouds in your wake,
    high up the ladder
    before you understood
    that Glory includes
    climbing down.

    You knew of Gethsemane,
    but not the darkness there.
    It went unspoken…
    You must have thought
    you would not have your turn with doubt.

    Glory can wait.
    Today is the day to
    doubt your way down,
    one ladder rung at a time.

  2. Martin Mayland from Cedar Creek

    November 7, 2018 at 3:08 pm Reply

    PFS- Catalyst- by Martin Paul Mayland- June/July 2017 revised for Thought- November 2018

    Aloof’s Catalyst

    Upon the forbidden countertop
    Basked the wicked cat
    Knowing Mistress had departed
    And could not shout to “Scat!”
    As he lay there in the sunbeam
    “Aloof” contrived a list
    Of passive retributions.
    Mistress would be pissed.
    “If she does not bring me cream,” he mused,
    “I know what I will do.
    I will go into her closet
    And pee into her shoe.
    I know that she will be upset
    And she will probably rage
    But it wasn’t me that did it.
    The world is just my stage.
    I will have to tell her that
    It must have been the mice.
    Have they not already done this?
    Maybe once or twice?
    Stupid Mistress never listens.
    She might not have to scream.
    If only she’d remember that
    I MUST HAVE MY CREAM!”
    Aloof knows quite well
    There are things he should not do.
    “Things could get much worse,” he thought,
    “It could be some poo.”

  3. Martin Mayland from Cedar Creek

    November 12, 2018 at 2:19 pm Reply

    Happy Veteran’s Day

    They did not want to conquer, vanquish, or subdue when our country called them.
    As duty was their due, they marched into the cauldron.
    Far from hearth and home, they fought and offered their succor.
    It was not accolades that they sought, nor the horrors of our wars.
    We asked for too much, in sacrifice, of their time, their lives, and limbs.
    We hope medals and Honors will suffice but that payment’s much too thin.
    The politicians said, “It’s a war we can afford. Just look at our GNP.”
    Now they’re reapers of their own rewards sown with other’s blood, lives, limbs, and sanity.
    Is it not time to ante up and to reward our sacrificing saviors?
    It seems we’ve got an empty cup, unfilled promises, and untoward behaviors.
    On TV, at monuments, are Politicians. Listen to them talk.
    On street corners, walking Wounded take positions as our Public Servants balk.
    “No, we can’t afford it. Not until our debt is down
    And the rich have been rewarded.” says the Senator with a frown.
    “Service is its own reward,” is another thing they’re saying.
    “For those deserving, the lord provides (but not a grateful nation.)”
    So, let’s all have a holiday and “thank you for your service.”
    And here it is, an afterthought; we’re not sure that you deserve us.
    We’ll be at the Walmart. They’re having quite a sale.
    What we sold you, ala carte; you swallowed quite a whale.
    Please, can we remember, when next, they sound the clarion call?
    It’s others that are dismembered, disremembered; others take the fall…

  4. Erin

    November 12, 2018 at 10:02 pm Reply

    Oops.

    Plugged in, headphones,
    Thoughts steeped in pop radio
    “I would die for you…”
    24/7/365 repeat,
    so natural to suffocate
    parts of me
    to make room for you.

  5. Brinkley Pound

    November 23, 2018 at 7:55 am Reply

    Perfect Harmony

    wedding white
    joined with
    basic black
    trimmed in
    mauve chiffon
    sealed with
    fragrant peonies

    love abounds
    forever
    until death
    we do part

    forward thirty-five years
    after vows of perfection

    The thought of two people
    living in perfect harmony
    until death
    we do part
    is, well, absurd

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