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Overworked or Labor Shirked?
It’s hard for me to find the middle
between hard labor and the fiddle.
Work? I either overdo it
or endeavor to eschew it.
Work all day and then all night,
being very erudite—
putting words down on the page,
imprisoned in my muse’s cage.
Perhaps I fear my distant past
when good work habits didn’t last
and days were spent in dreaming or
novels read behind closed door—
midnight radio a chance
for fantasies to spin romance.
Whole days stretched as though to catch
an errant dream of true love’s match.
I feared such days were sloth, and yet
perhaps they were just roads to get
to the place where I would tell
the stories that I knew so well
because I’d lived them first in dreams
or days just bursting at the seams
with doing nothing but living life—
its pleasures, problems, romance, strife.
First the doing at my leisure,
then the writing, and the seizure
of all the details of the past
that, once down on paper, are made to last.
Overworked or over-lived,
life first collected, then finely sieved.
Panned like gold to find the treasure—
leisure and work in even measure.
“Overworked” is the prompt word today.
I love this 🙂
Rings true, and reminds you whats important.
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Thanks, Jon.
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That is the way of creativity, isn’t it. We work nonstop, full speed ahead and then, STOP. It’s different that other kinds of work and has its own rhythm. Nothing weird about it. That’s just the way we roll.
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I can relate to bursts of creativity and enthusiasm followed by sloth. I liked this very much. You’re so talented,
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Well, perhaps–when I’m not being slothful.
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