January 10, 2011

Fibonacci Poetry365.9

1   Some
1   days
2   poems perch
3   on the windowsill
5   awaiting your notice.  Other days,
8   you need to pack a lunch and hunt
13 those suckers down. You can try thrashing:  through research, old handwritten notes and
21  letters, headlines, overheard conversations, the memories of a lifetime.  Or you can turn the other direction:  clean out the car, vacuum
34 the garage, hang wallpaper, boil a lobster. The third potential tack is to wander:  trails, woods, Target, a shoreline, a locally owned thrift store, or an interstate, alone in your car.  All those actions,
55 in service to the possibility of gaining a thought, a theme, or -- best of all -- ten words with which to begin.  Two words will do, if they're the correct ones.  They'll signal where you're going and what might be found there, unless, in your pursuit of the truth, you veer away from the trusted path.
                                                  by Mary Cartledgehayes

11 comments:

Jennifer P. Brown said...

Pretty damn good, Mary Jo. I'm printing this one.

Mary said...

Jennifer, please wait until I correct the two things I just noticed need corrected. And thank you!

Mary said...

Okay, I fixed it. And I also noticed that blogger says 365.8 is a draft / not yet published, even though it's been written for two days.

Jennifer P. Brown said...

OK "boil a lobster" is perfect. And we need more praise for the word "wander."

Mary said...

I don't know where that lobster came from, but I was happy when he arrived. I knew that was important. Interesting what you say about "wander." I've always been good at it and wonder why more people aren't. As in, Where are you going? I don't know.

rusvw said...

Definitely a print-n-paste entry for my Daybook.... Love every word.

Mary said...

Thank you, Rus.

Jennifer P. Brown said...

Mary Jo,
Karin gave me a refrigerator magnet that says "All who wander are not lost."

Mary said...

And I have the T-shirt and also gave one to a friend, a wanderer herself.

Jennifer P. Brown said...

Well, damn. Karin will have to find the T-shirt for me then. Ha.

Mary said...

That'll fix her.