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ADHD? Or a class divided family
He strikes the gavel once
Achievement! Leadership!
Time to pay attention
Lectures flow like parables
words babble between foot rests and under the coffee tables
creeping through the boxes meant to pack the books unshelved
books not yet tucked into the cardboard cribs of Kelv
They rest in shifting stacks
as the quotes from each are loosely conjured
stirring them means a shuffling through the pages of the chapters
breeze through the water loving trees
aspen white peeling bark
the large palm shaped leaves
they cradle curiosity
they contain my very being
Pistachios and pickle parts
hitting historic wooden floors at different decimals
the sounds of a little boy nearby
His father strikes the gavel twice
Perseverance! Reputation!
His words trail over the coursing water as the bats catching bugs at dusk
It's the quiet when he is gone that lets green algae pool and must
and when the sheets are folded very neatly
when they are folded very neatly
they are folded very neatly
When I am living check to check
it hurts a lot when you forget one
one time I made a pie
but didn't leave enough for anyone
I wore the shame upon my lips
You keep yours in a vacation fund
It's the responsible professional
that can stay in one place longer
take the kids to California
battle temperatures and hunger
This swamp is sweltering humid
Try to listen to advice
To the salty clinging t-shirt
the pouring of sweat
my stress, my vice
spoken from a man that never swam with out a vest
are words that I can not apply on gesso holding tight across my mess
The secrets you disclose on how a mother should behave
your vast knowledge being shared that I am digging my own grave
It is not an option to drive your hybrid vehicle
across the roads that aren't paved
Unique and
Unique and interesting.
ADHD???
The bulk of the population has gone psychopath if you ask me, so ...adhd? Why not? Let's throw obsessive compulsive in there while we're at it. Seems to be the direction we're moving in as a society...
Labels labels...who wants a label? Labels for sale, and so telltale, the way we cling to lables, even freedom goes to jail.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
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I agree with what you have said at the end "It is not an option to drive your hybrid vehicle on roads that aren't paved". Great! Yea, we got to sail smoothly without beeing hurled here and there and finally into the dustbin. But then, life is not a bed of roses, I suppose. We got to take even bumpy roads! Get used to bumps! No love lost if you are ready to take anything willingly and lovingly.
Ben
ADHD Or a class divided family:
I enjoyed your poem and its unusal outlay and presentation. It describes well a family divided and portrays this too. Good read your poetry.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
I like this. Legit as
I like this. Legit as fuckkkk. Keep it creamy.