Once again, I kept Resolution #20, "Write at least one poem a day," after going to bed. Last night's effort was more personal than the found poem from Burpee's catalog:
tilth
the world at eight was built on threads of dream
the world of eighteen on wires of anxiety
28, laid on planks of order and responsibility
38, on girders that explored into infinity
48 was built on hard cold dirt
at 58 my world is built on bones of pain
pain undergirds all laughter, love and pleasure
throbs behind all music, song and dance
tinges every taste
it's just there
it's just there
it's always there
and so is laughter
love and pleasure
music, song and dance
chocolate and winter greens
dreams and anxiety
order and responsibility
explorations into infinity
and the hard cold dirt
everything is always happening at the same time
live
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