Friday, June 10, 2011
But I'm at the computer... - Nesdoly
This is a poem about my headstrong inner child
rebellious teen, dysfunctional adult.
This is a poem about sneaky ways
to break my own rules.
This is a poem about bribes and bargaining
Work for one hour
and you can check your email.
This is a poem about adult ADHD
fed by email, blog stats, galleries, and Google.
This is a poem about resourcefulness
web searches, and getting sidetracked
on internet ramblings one can call research.
This is a poem about being sneaky –
Just one more click on Facebook
and then I’ll really get to work.
This is a poem about fear.
This is a poem about finally
getting lost in the words
swept away by the ideas
into the zone
living the scene.
This is a poem about the indulgence
of guilt-free blog-reading
when I’ve met my goal.
This is a poem about going
through the whole process again tomorrow.
This is a poem about writing.
© 2011 by Violet Nesdoly
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