What if…
the oval office is a parallelogram?
the pentagon a quatrefoil?
What if…
being square
equals being crescent?
What if…
you can be high as a heptagon
from being in a love trapezoid?
What if…
rhombus reasoning
replaces circular reasoning?
What if…
all of us
stay in shape?
What I remembered from today’s prompt for #OctPoWriMo was the word box, and something about being outside of it. You can find the real prompt, and all the responses to it at octpowrimo.com.
Thanks to everyone who joined my launch group, for my oncoming book. If you want to help too, check out the sign-up page. Everyone is welcome, you don’t need to know me. It would help though if you like my poems, because one of the things I’m looking for is positive reviews from people who actually DO love the book 🙂
Unassorted stories 
I have to admit that I approached this one with trepidation. I was afraid it was going to be some sort of pro-dieting poem that would inspire my abusive life partner ED (eating disorder) to start shouting at me about what a loser I am because I’ve never succeeded at hating myself thin on a long-term basis.
~cie from poetry of the netherworld~
Very clever, Angela!
Thank you!
You are welcome.
Ahaa .. points to ponder… Good one…👍
I love your take on this. My take is very different, much more succint. Sadly not online yet 😉
Still working on the art, but my mind has been working on other things too, and… well, I have been busy doing other things like looking for a new box to put my belongings and live in.