Because we all want to write more poems.
Something New
making the bed, racing to get the house
halfway clean so I can work
for five hours before I
retrieve the girl from school
before her snack
before another two hours of work
before our hour of "dad time"
before dinner
before her bath
before stories
before the nightly struggle
because she so hates
to be alone in bed
before dishes
before my good wife
and I recount our day
to each other and strategize
the next
before two more hours of
work before bed
before bed
before bed
before making the bed
I wonder if I'll
ever write another poem
And then just
like * that *
I see it, feel it, know it
She's the poem
I'm the poem
We are all three
The Poem
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Benjamin Gorman
January 31, 2013
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when it finally all settles
when it finally all settles in
the routine, even with its
inherent irregularities,
you'll feel the flow
at first without being aware
that's what it is you're feeling
the river of life's motion
onward before bed
joshua mertz
February 1, 2013
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Yes
Yes. You become what you behold, so yes... you are both the poem, the poet and the love.