Because we all want to write more poems.
Don't look now
You've plotted your plots
planned your plans
dreamed on it a good while
until the dreams
take on the annoying cast
of routine
tacked photos of
your destination up
to the walls
so it's always in your sights
you repair the canvas
replace weatherworn sheets
prepare the colors
and on the chosen morning
the tide at full flood
you step to the gangplank
suck in a lungful of salt air
like you'd bite off a mouthful
from a fresh hot loaf
and then you see
the lovely lady
beckoning you
from the five-course banquet
opulently appointed
on the grounds
of the manor house
the colors flutter
in a breeze
the ship creaks
anticipation
but there sits the lady
and you wonder
just whose game
this is.
- Benjamin Gorman's Shared Poems
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Clayton Medeiros
March 21, 2012
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It feels like watching
It feels like watching several films all at the same time.