Tag Archives: Too Much Too Many

Plethora

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Plethora

If I had any gumption, I’d attack that backlog of
poems that I have written about life and death and love.
Fantastic in their numbers, those poems exist in piles,
bound in three-ring binders and squeezed into hanging files.

Thy cluster in my consciousness, swim nightly through each dream.
They are both strength and weakness as they stretch out, ream on ream.
They allow me no real leisure, for they’re everywhere I look,
begging for confinement in a magazine or book.
They crave to be collected between front and back cover,
but in spite of resolutions, I  simply write another.

This poem and these photos are  no exaggeration. I have 13 file cabinet drawers plus one big bin and a few piles, binders and stacks that contain poems and stories I’ve run off, or ideas for new ones.  I have no idea now many poems I have in my blog and computer that I’ve never run off. 

Prompt words today are fantastic, weakness, backlog, gumption, allow and cluster.

Second Thoughts

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The Prompt: “Perhaps too much of everything is as bad as too little.” – Edna Ferber. Do you agree with this statement on excess?

In reading all of the other posts on this topic, a second thought has occurred to me that no one else has stated, so I’m posting a second post!

Nothing is as bad as too little.  At least those with too much have a choice.  We can stop eating, give away our money and our clothes, sell the big house and big car. Try being a mother who has no shelter and no food for her children. She does not even always have the choice to steal food if there is no food there to steal. Nothing is as bad as too little.