Mary Lee had an interesting video up this morning to inspire poetry as part of her month of sharing resources from Wikimedia Commons. The video (above) is of a revolving sushi bar, and that got me thinking a bit about how the range of choices might actually be limiting.
Here’s what I wrote:
The predator hunts,
biding his time,
as his dinner cavorts
with others in line.One might think
there were hours to wait,
as dinner flows by
on a small blue plate.Another night
with too many choices,
the predator slinks home
in his stomach, the voicescall out for some meat,
some rice, some fish,
something of substance
from the small moving dish.But, alas, that won’t be
so he takes out his bread
spreads peanut butter and jelly
and slinks off to bed.
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Peace (in the poem),
Kevin