Just Outside

An expanded and edited version of my poetic response to, Jacob Erin-Cilberto's poem, "Breakfast Cereal". http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/1472326/

It's a sad world

Which people feel

This compulsive need

To have their values
Pigeonholed
Over spontaneity.

In rejecting

The very fruits

That creativity offers.

Enabling ourselves 

To view

So much more
If we open our eyes
To the wider world
Around us.

Finding solutions

Having eluding us

For millennia

Which stood

Right there.

Otherwise
Be dismissed
As totally irrelevant
To anyone.

Reviews

[Rene Salinas]

I herad this. It is reall the here and now which always beckons. Yet it is also a careful balance in bewteen "I'm being me" and respect for others. Spontaneous does not mean unknind or un - thoughful.
The raising thought which helps the other is the most natural yet we suppress it out of fear out of ignorance and it dissapears.... .

Exiled into ....

Supper?


Thank You

[therisa]

Thank you, Rene, for taking the time, to read and review this poem.

This fear of the unknown, which left too many people, outside of society, because of their differences, Rene. A perfect world, if it does exist, is a blend of everything, in perfect harmony (will remove my rose coloured glasses, now).

As for exile, am thinking, my dessert bowl, with a small daub of vanilla ice cream.