a waste, a very sad waste
i am never shocked
at people’s reactions
when they find out
i write poetry
they’re always very enthusiastic
about the whole business
i try to keep my vain pursuit
as hush as possible
because i am not proud
with all the time
i’ve spent
writing poems
and sending them
to magazines
i could have become
something real
something better
something something
i could have been re-building homes
in Kenya
in India
in New Orleans
and in my own neighborhood
i could have taught a child to read
or write
or fight against oppression
eradicating homelessness
racism, sexism
or the unjust treatment of the poor
would have been worthy ways
to spend my time
i could have spent my time
finding solutions
to the horrors that face
my fellow human
i could have done this
and that
traveled here
and there
and less
and more
and somthing else
i could have
but i didn’t
and that’s
the tragedy
of
all
this.
![]() || 2 Poems by Ananda Osel ||A Poem by CommonLine![]() Ananda Osel is a poet and essayist from Seattle, Washington. He is the editor of CommonLine.![]() >>>>>>> Read More Poetry by Ananda Osel at CommonLine >>>>>>> © 2009 CommonLine |
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