Writing to find not only the answer, but the question

Watched a fantastic spoken word poet on TED talks last night
She described using poetry to solve her problems or discover the answers to her questions
What happens when one doesn't even know the question?

I tuck the kids in bed
give them a tight squeeze
threaten that tomorrows liberties ride on their staying put
put on less annoying attire
position myself in my favorite corner of my tired overstuffed couch
balance my work issued laptop
(that has seen better days) on my thighs
neglect the switches that would otherwise illuminate the soft amber lights of my living room
and in a futile effort
attempt to make sense of the nonsensical vibrations
twitching about among the rhythms of sentiment
that flow between reason, expectation, and the
demoralizing loneliness of a well attended
but poorly attuned oblivious congregation
the clicking drone
gears of a cheap 3 inch clock
a hushed reminder of the dependable nature of time itself
moments pulsating
pouring the vitality into each sequential event....

(unfinished... ill come back to this tomorrow...)

Dampening

SOOOOOOOOO MUCH THAT NEEDS MY FOCUS!!!!

Wake up. Fully energized. Coffee, smoke, kids off to school, meeting....Still goin. Crap at work. Impossibilities of heart tugging job. Wash it away as I leave the office. Get the kids. Smiling faces and kisses on the cheek. My life preservers in the turbulence. Grab a late evening cup of coffee. Still energized for a long night ahead of productivity to school auction duties, house cleaning, and some attention to my thoughts. Singing in the car with the kids to rediculous radio songs for 20 minutes all the way to the driveway. Its dark way too early. Porch light is off, house is at least warm. Flip the light on. Usher children inside and retrieve armloads of the days things from the car. Let the dog out. Gets kids in pjs. Sit on the couch and completely deflated...
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No energy. No spark. Damn near impossible to complete the simplest of tasks. Flooded with emotion that blurs my vision. Love this home. Love arriving at it with mini me's in tow. Love this pup. So. Much. To. Do. And. I. Can't. Clear. My. Head. Enough. To. Get. Off. The. Couch....