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Poems From Pondering Possibilities

I frequently find myself pondering my day, my life, my current situation. Sometimes, I enjoy a little random pondering. The gentle art of consideration of things mystifying and miraculous. 

Some of those ponderings never escape the outer limits of my mind, while others graduate to the pages of one of my notebooks, or find themselves articulated to family and friends. Their reception is varied as well. I think it's good to ponder. I urge everyone to pander to some pondering. It's entertaining, it can be creative and fun. 

Sometimes those ponderings find their way into a poem...






Random Sightings Of Me

I sometimes wonder

If I have been captured in the background

Of someone else’s photograph

-Purely by chance, mind you

Not a photo bomber act

Simply an innocent inclusion


Am I there

Along with a tree

A passing sparrow 

Or a rubbish bin surrounded by seagulls?

There I am

Unknown

Unnamed

undiscovered

and frozen in someone elses moment


I wonder if while walking my dog

I have been recorded in a poem?

-anonymously, mind you 

Words penned by a poet 

In a café

Looking up

Looking out

Watching the passing parade

And there we are-

Stage left perhaps

A nameless man and his dogs 

Written briefly

into a scene, alive with imagery

I’m curious to know…

Alan j Wright


















It is once more Poetry Friday and this week our host is Jone Rush- MacCulloch. Joan's post presents Found Poetry with a special twist. She is inviting found poem submissions where they are presented dressed as characters from favorite classics. Visit Jone to discover more. 

*This will be my last poetry posting for a few weeks, as today I undergo surgery to repair my wonky, troublesome wrist. My favourite left hand, unfortunately. Apologies in advance regarding my predicted limited responses.  In my absence, I will certainly continue to collect poetic pearls, read inspiring poetry and contemplate my comeback. Hope to meet you back here, soon...




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  1. Denise Krebs14 April 2023 at 14:22

    Alan, that is a wonderful thought. I wonder if that has ever happened. I recently wrote about a woman in the thrift shop, and I'm sure she doesn't have a clue she's in my poem. I love this idea:

    "And there we are-
    Stage left perhaps
    A nameless man and his dogs
    Written briefly
    into a scene, alive with imagery"

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  2. Sarah Grace Tuttle14 April 2023 at 22:38

    I appreciate your pondering poem! The way you used an em-dash at the beginning of a line in the first stanza to shift the tone almost felt like a little skip, lightening the mood and inviting us forward. Happy Poetry Friday!

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  3. JoAnn Early Macken14 April 2023 at 23:58

    Good question to ponder! I especially enjoyed the specific details of "a tree / A passing sparrow / Or a rubbish bin surrounded by seagulls." Best of luck with your surgery and recovery!

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  4. Linda B15 April 2023 at 01:37

    Now you will have me wondering midst my own wandering, Alan. Your voice is soft in this poem, like a whisper! Wishing you a good outcome and recovery for your surgery! Will miss your thoughtful poems.

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    1. Anonymous15 April 2023 at 09:56

      I always enjoy hearing what you think about and your writing process. I’m sure we are all accidentally in stranger’s photos. Maybe we’re edited out of some. Best wishes for a speedy surgical recovery and an improvement in that pesky wrist.

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  5. Linda Mitchell15 April 2023 at 10:38

    What a great idea for a poem! I love the idea of "what if?" A unique spin on a common thought that very few of us take the time to explore.

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  6. Anonymous16 April 2023 at 01:12

    What a good ponder you had! Yes, I just recently saw my back in someone else's photo! It happens. Best of luck to you with your surgery. Your favorite left hand... reminds me of the George & Martha book, and George's favorite tooth. Do you remember?

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  7. Patricia Franz16 April 2023 at 02:51

    Gosh, such out-of-body-observations, Alan... like gazing into a mirror at the stranger. Be well! Sounds like you'll have lots more time for pondering.

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  8. Jone MacCulloch18 April 2023 at 08:45

    Love the pondering in this and especially unknowns, unnamed, undiscovered. I hope your surgery goes well. I hope that while it’s your favorite left hand it’s not the one you write with(am a leftie)

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