Because we all want to write more poems.
acrostic whimsy
Last night in sturdy promises I vowed
I would at last perform those vital tasks
From which procrastination steered me clear
Each prior day. The list is very long;
Indeed it’s like a scroll that never ends,
So many things to add, so few removed.
Not every item bears an equal weight,
Though some, like empires, rise and fall again.
Far off in future’s secret landscape lies
A field where I am resting, by a tree.
I’ve finished all my tasks—or let them go—
Relaxing is the order of the day.
No doubt that field and tree are to be found
On land that’s reached through six dark feet of ground.
- Benjamin Gorman's Shared Poems
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