It seemed that I am in the company of sages. Poetic sages, so many, too many. Each one unique as hell. If you ever felt like a poet of lesser light, like I do, you’d get out some John Ashberry poems to read. I just read one called “My Philosophy of Life”. It started like this:
“Just when I thought there wasn’t room enough
for another thought in my head, I had this great idea–
call it a philosophy of life, if you will. Briefly,
it involved living the way philosophers live,
according to a set of principles. OK, but which ones?”
What melange of thoughts do we go through in a day? In a week, in a year?
Is it possible to have deep, meaningful conversations? As opposed to how people just latch on to whatever there is? Like discuss the latest ‘in’ things, or spout totally unoriginal ideas. I mean, what’s your personal take? Is it even that original?
This is how he ends the poem:
“Still, there’s a lot of fun to be had in the gaps between ideas.
That’s what they’re made for! Now I want you to go out there
and enjoy yourself, and yes, enjoy your philosophy of life, too.
They don’t come along every day. Look out!There’s a big one…”
So the prompt is to write about the ideas that are in your head.