Men and Women's minds

Awhile back my husband and I listened to a pretty good marriage councilor trying to describe the way men and women think. He said men think in cubbyholes and women think in streams, and I guess that was a long thought out hypothesis, but I think that there is a better way to compare how men and women think.
Okay so here’s the analogy:
So I’m cleaning the house and I start with one small project, lets say cleaning the dresser top. Okay, so here’s what happens. I look at the dresser and see a big mess; there are papers, trash, random knick-knacks, and make-up. I throw away the trash. Then I take my make-up and start putting it away when I realize I need to just reorganize all my make-up, I reorganize and clean out my make-up drawer. I go back to the dresser and look at the papers. In the stack of papers there are things to be shredded and things to be filed. I sort them, then go to file the other papers, when I notice that the front room is a mess. I put down the papers down and start cleaning the front room, and then I see we forgot to clear the table off from breakfast. I notice that the dishes are stacking up and need to get done…etc.
My husband decided to clean the dresser. He throws away the trash, doesn’t know where my make-up goes so puts it in a pile in the bathroom, puts the knick-knacks somewhere else, files the papers, and wipes of the dresser top. DONE
Okay, so here’s the difference. My husband sees an objective and works only on that objective until it is done, even if it means setting aside other things or placing my make-up in a garbled-up mess in the bathroom. In short, he gets the original objective done, to him at least, well and efficiently.
I don’t see just one objective, while I see that the dresser needs to be cleaned, at the exact same time I also see that the front room needs to be cleaned, I need to organize my make-up, make lunch, etc. So when something happens like I come home to see my make-up in a chaotic pile in the bathroom, I get upset because, even though the dresser is cleared off, the task of organizing my make-up is now harder. Then when I say I’m going to clear off the dresser, and my husband comes by several hours later and sees the dresser not cleared off, he becomes baffled as to why on earth it takes more then a hour to clear off a space the size of a dresser.
It might seem like one way is right and the other wrong, but the truth is neither is right or wrong, but both are needed in a family. The fact that my husband can work at something and get down quickly helps me out immensely, because he sees the one goal and gets it done. He needs me because since he only sees the one objective so he often doesn’t see that putting the make-up in a jumbled pile is actually going to make more work in the future and he might not put together important things like our two year old niece is coming over and there is Windex on the ground of the laundry room when he’s working on a goal.

Marriage

I see you and I smile,
It is simple to see
I love you-
You love me.

But it is the difference that strikes me
From day to day
Children on one,
Lovers the next-
Advisors, companions confidant.

Your are my best friend and destroyer.
Turmoil to rest
Frustration then respect

It all ends with love.

Each day I know you better
The sorrow worse,
Bliss more consuming.

Daily your kisses alter,
Varying like the sea.
Yet most times it’s all the same
But each day it is better
Your heart in me,
My heart in you
Until at last they beat
Eternally-

Happy poetry and Sushi

The problem with writing poetry when you happy is when your happy it's kind of nice to enjoy being happy instead of writing about it. For instance, say you’re a poet and your at a nice sushi restaurant, with family or good friends. Then a server brings your table the first plate of sushi (for me we’ll call it salmon bombers or fried California rolls, but you can insert you favorite sushi or a great appetizer if you have not been turned over to the sushi side) Okay, so your enjoying your company, your significant brushes their hand or foot just right on your leg and you have your favorite sushi in front of you. Soon the delicate wonderfulness of rice, seaweed, cucumber, crab, salmon, sauce, and whatever else that makes sushi taste wonderful is in you mouth. Now, answer this question to me, do you stop, pull our your laptop/notebook/napkin/pen and write a poem while your brain is in the enthusiasm of happiness? If you answered yes, then great for you, but the better answer for your psyche is NO! In two minuets all the good sushi will be gone and you’ll be left with some sort of gross squid, having missed the hilarious story your brother-in-law, who never speaks, tells about himself in a mad moment of sushi overload and the come-on your significant other was about to make on you until he saw you were writing a poem about enjoying life. I mean really! I guess some people might think that a poem about sushi is better then actually enjoying the sushi, but I sure as heck am not one of them (or amn’t one, for you more progressive writers/thinkers).

Sushi-
As you are, you wrap my tongue
In the delicate burst of joy
As taste buds tingle
Electrify pulses to the brain
That smiles, to savor the sensation.

Laughter fills the space
With stories
With the past.

It slows the intake
Until the eye, catches movement
A fury of wood and mouths
Longing for the sensation

Your move, your hand
Like a centipede
Pining you find

The rice turns brown
Drips,
You open your mouth again
To be entangled
Filled
Happy

The clashing of sticks
Slow,
The war over
You look at the warriors
Who sit back in their chairs,
Smile.