Photo Challenge: Poem – Bop – “Tin Man of Dreams” #dreams #amwriting #poetry #photochallenge


Thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this photo challenge. I missed this one, as is was from two weeks ago. 

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Credit: Matt Dixon

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Yesterday I heard him move, silent tin man, 

Rusted, squeaking hinges, yet light spans.

A tin man with no heart inside his chest, 

His hallow metal barrel chest detests, 

The emptiness he feels without his heart, 

A  lit heart on his head instead restarts

Tin man full of dreams, rusted metal parts.

He may feel brittle without movement, 

Stuck in a cupboard, his joints need soothing

Some oil to grease his soldier-like steps, 

To urge his metal mouth to smile more yet.

But he still sits hidden, you wouldn’t know he, 

Has never stopped lighting his space pleased

His heart is not of darkness, but sun beams, 

Edison’s gift, fairy’s magic, lights streaming

Tin man full of dreams, rusted metal parts. 

Rusted limbs matter little, but a boy, 

Loves this enchanted robot, mystic toy. 

He cleans him up, oils his joints perfectly

The robot smiles, glow growing immersed

New feelings, memories lost, but at last, 

He’s a night light, child’s toy, great love amassed. 

Tin man full of dreams, rusted metal parts. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Poem: Free Verse – “Paper Bag Princess.”


  
Here’s for the meanings and the seemings,

The words we’ve been breathing, though they are concealing,

We’re never hidden behind steal, or a solid wall of bricks.

And we’re shamed, peeking out of ‘the cupboard,’ hiding like the Indian did from a childhood book.

 We move through our thoughts, the glances of others who don’t understand —

What it means to remain hidden.

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They’re all out there with their sunglasses and dreamy looks,

 In a world finding love, come together — some love separates. 

And I haven’t spent the days before Valentine’s Day dreaming,

 I don’t need a man to give me flowers or chocolates. 

I don’t need more demands and inferences of combinations dialled,

Short and electric, but fizzles and drizzles, as the rain pours outside. 

Dividing our time between sleeping and daylight,

And the sun keeps on rising; 

I keep on imprivising all the things I’m construing,

In a mind filled with despising a guy who I left.

Who made me know what it hurts like to feel neglect,

After he’s gone on, but still calling — I wish he would stop.

 That I could forget all about these “tygers” and their wants. 

I’m not happy nor comfortable, unless they get their cut, pieces of my being;

They’re dividing me among each other, taking the best cuts and leaving the scraps.

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And outside is a puppy and I want to hold her, because she doesn’t need much —

Only to eat, walk, cuddle, play, and go wee.

She needs her nails clipped and her teeth brushed sometimes. 

I’m a woman begging everyday of her life for things I’m uninspired to give,

If you won’t even attempt to do better, make it as important as a ‘business deal.’

 I’m not above you or below you you dirty-thirty-something.

 I’m just looking for meaning among people who are loyal.

I’m caught in my dreams, betwixt the real and the “real” in this Wonderland. 

And if we look through the ‘looking glass’ we only see people in poverty,

Who are thinking only of eating and surviving. 

Loving doesn’t matter much when you are looking for fresh water, 

When you’re sickly and dying — or does it matter most?

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But here, won’t you hear me —

In our first- world of problems — 

I’m trying! I’m trying — but it’s never enough.

You dragons eat your steaks and leave me with nothing but my dry bones. 

You ravish a ‘paper-bag princess’ and leave her without a stitch;

Clothes that cover her heart.

And you suck her organs dry of blood and all matter,

You leave a her exposed for the vultures to grasp at,

 You break open a bottle of liquor and the whole room explodes, 

Covered in champagne and the bubbles make you choke.

Sifting through closets, cover up my exposed heart,

I don’t want to reveal myself but in the “real” world I must.

 Because if your broken your fixable and can be put back together,

 A mirror that’s shattered and eternally busted.

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And these words may make little sense but that’s what you call — prose poetry,

Of a girl, who’s  a woman, who’s a child, who’s lured by the promises,

Of a blackness so bleak no one can see in front of their face,

Because in the darkest depths, the light shines brightest.

Arise and save yourself, 

Think of the words to describe your freedom desired —

Taylor Swift wrote it well: ” It’s too late for you and your white horse to catch me now.”

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©Mandibelle16. All Rights Reserved.

The Details are Important If You Can Complete Your Goals.


A sample floor plan for a double-family home
A sample floor plan for a double-family home (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

These past few weeks I have worked on an assignment for my Space Planning class in the Residential Interior’s program I have been taking. The specifics of the assignment are that each student is to interview another student and find out what that student’s “dream” kitchen would be and design that kitchen. Then, we have to draw up a floor plan of the dream kitchen, draw up an Elevation of one interesting wall in that kitchen, and lastly, we are to write up an explanation on how the kitchen we have designed meets the criteria laid out to us by both our student partner whose kitchen we are designing, and the instructions given to us by the teacher of the course.

I have enjoyed this assignment but struggle to make my work more professional and seem less, like the work of a student. The other thing I struggle with is including all those details that one is supposed to include when designing a kitchen. Details such as how much space one must leave between a fridge and an island or what distance the triangle of sink to fridge to stove should be in the ideal kitchen (26″ with no more than 9″ on each side of the triangle but not every side). Finding that exact layout that meets our student partner’s wish list (the client) and the rules for what things should be included in a plan or elevation is aggravating but completely necessary.

This being said, I perhaps must take back one of earlier posts that suggested we look at the ‘big picture’ of life, rather than the small details. Well, I do not take it back, but what I do confess is that sometimes details are very important. If you are off an inch or half an inch when you are measuring out cupboards in your kitchen, and then you go to try and fit your stove into the space left between those cupboards, you will find the aspect of measurement is extremely vital when designing a kitchen. You must measure out all your appliances width x height x depth, and you must measure out the furniture for your eating area whether that be a banquette, a bar at the island, or a table and chairs. You must leave enough counter space around your stove so someone does not get burned or something does not catch on fire. You have to keep in mind standard measurements such as 36″ for lower cupboards and 30″ for upper cupboards. There are so many little aspects that are important. And sometimes, such is life.

All of these little aspects are each vital in their own way, and important to forming a bigger picture, your dream kitchen. And if you do not get those little details right, that is a something you may find annoying and time consuming, and that can put things out-of-place. So I remain convinced that we should focus on the big picture, but not at the cost of detail, for detail sets designers and individuals apart. Paying attention to the details highlights a lot of people in their respective careers; but to a point. If you pay attention to the details so much that you cannot form that grand idea, cannot complete your goal, those details become meaningless. But if you can pay attention to the important aspects just enough that everything comes together perfectly, then my friend, you are set. So I take my original blog on “Seeing the Big Picture” and clarify it; be detailed, but do not not achieve your goals in your quest for perfection.