This is an “it’s 11:33 pm and I gotta go to work tomorrow” sort of poem —
the poem you should’ve started working on earlier
but you were watching a funny Ellen clip on YouTube,
The Voice, and then checking out Facebook.
But still, something’s egging you on to write a poem
because it’s National Poetry Month and you said you would
write every day (although you didn’t). And no one’s coming
to your blog anymore because you don’t post regularly
and you don’t have time to read anyone else’s.
And you raked up leaves tonight and you put out the trash,
but you haven’t fed the fish or taken the clothes out of the dryer.
And now your laptop is running out of juice (just 10 percent),
so you’d better turn it off and plug it in upstairs.
So that’s an excuse not to write a poem, or balance
the world’s problems in your hands or juggle
words for a while, which is always fun. And if I fill my mind
with enough junk, I won’t think about what really hurts the most.
No, I won’t.
a video on Amazon.
Enjoyed the poem Julia and it is nice to know that I am not the only one a bit behind… π
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Oh, you are so kind — and you still find time to comment. I love that.
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You are so kind. I think many are quick to tell us when they believe we are wrong and I like to let someone know when they are right, generous… Life is too short to do otherwise. It may take me longer but I shall get to where I am suppose to. π
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Switch out hemming a prom dress (that I’ve had for a week) for writing a poem and this was me last night! Keeping busy keeps us from thinking….
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Is this my Marcus Irene? If so, I can’t imagine your hands ever being still. Did you finish the book you were reading when we were together? π
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It’s 2:57 p.m. and four projects are balanced in my right hand
which insists that I must keep tossing them
up until nothing gets done, well, half-done.
Photo framed still needs hanger wire attached, face book unto
iPhone, can’t. Tags not removed from flower pots and
sandwich has a half moon gone. What
should I do? Cut
my right hand off. Try two hands and be twice as,
as what?
Someday I will quit. You too?
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I sometimes worry about all the things I like to do, but then realize that it’s so much better than having nothing to turn me ’round in circles!
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