Confessional Poem #1
by Jim Benz
Ceasing to finish what I start is always an option.
Ordinarily, this drives my wife insane.
No reason for this inertia, though, it just is.
Fully complicit, I sit and contemplate its meaning.
Essentially, I am a lazy man.
Since this appears to be my nature, I yawn a lot.
Someone once said to me, get off your ass and do something about it.
I took his advice under consideration.
Once started on a project, however, I generally stop very easily.
Nearing the end of difficult chores, I take a break.
Already, I’ve forgotten most of the things I need to do today.
Less is more, I always say
Perhaps, the reason I’ve written this poem
Offers an explanation for my dilemma: I am a writer of poems
Expressly to avoid other chores.
Must I change?
Author's Note: I had a much better idea for this poem but it was too difficult. Maybe another time.
Posted on 07/12/2007
Copyright © 2020 Jim Benz
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by A. Paige White on 07/12/07 at 09:53 PM|
Love it. Laziness casting a shadow of procrastination in the author's notes. All the things I promised myself I'd do while on vacation this week, I've put off til tomorrow every day this week. Can I ever relate to this.
|Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 07/13/07 at 07:13 PM|
This is funny and wise, has the feel of an ancient Greek of Chinese poet musing on himself and his poems, I love the mood and the merge of form and content, very natural and the note is amusing and in tune.