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eplaced by a robot</p><p id="32a8"><i>what are we preparing kids for anyway? World War III? Climate apocalypse?</i></p><p id="e8d8">your partner just lets you talk, she’s had years of practice she knows this will pass</p><p id="e56d">you’ve given this website your heart, your guts, your soul —</p><p id="8f76"><i>three hundred poems — is there anything more to say?</i></p><p id="fd2f">only the latest one is ever read or acknowledged</p><p id="8dff">this is tonight’s offering — <i>take a spoon, enjoy it slowly</i></p><p id="9da0">tomorrow it’s back to work — teaching idioms and hyperbole, alliteration and metaphor</p><p id="223b">rounding decimals, adding fractions, finding the common denominator</p><p id="8b84"><i>preparing the children for the drama that is about to unfold</i></p><figure id="513f"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*IcCowRJ2E5cy8kO9YN6eHQ.jpeg"><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@lavievagabonde?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText">Jasmin Schreiber</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/photos/T1ygtkZem7g?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><p id="fd3f"><b>© Carlo Zeno 2023</b></p><p id="ba3f">_______________

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______</p><p id="3a49">Thanks for reading, and thank you to <a href="undefined">Franco Amati</a>. Here are a couple of older poems buried under too much scrolling.</p><div id="eed5" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/falling-for-promised-fruit-5e524214762d"> <div> <div> <h2>Falling For Promised Fruit</h2> <div><h3>A poem on arbitrary tragedies</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*foGJoL-oggppz7R_)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="824e" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/reassembling-osiris-3776bf9b7148"> <div> <div> <h2>Reassembling Osiris</h2> <div><h3>Searching for the broken pieces of yourself</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*MvsZdx26IrLR9g4L1WQetw.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

When You Have No Words

Tonight’s small offering

Woke up blue, glum, in awe of vast loss

that canyon gap between dreams and cement

sometimes words just fall in your lap

like ripe fruit, or a lone, cold rain drop

other times they elude, or stonewall you

today you can’t write, you have no words — only silence

your partner asks you what’s wrong

I should be writing more, publishing more — I’m slipping

if only I had more time, more energy

work takes it out of you, you’re paid below your worth — exploited, squeezed

when did society give a shit about its teachers and tutors?

one day you will be replaced by a robot

what are we preparing kids for anyway? World War III? Climate apocalypse?

your partner just lets you talk, she’s had years of practice she knows this will pass

you’ve given this website your heart, your guts, your soul —

three hundred poems — is there anything more to say?

only the latest one is ever read or acknowledged

this is tonight’s offering — take a spoon, enjoy it slowly

tomorrow it’s back to work — teaching idioms and hyperbole, alliteration and metaphor

rounding decimals, adding fractions, finding the common denominator

preparing the children for the drama that is about to unfold

_____________________

Thanks for reading, and thank you to Franco Amati. Here are a couple of older poems buried under too much scrolling.