Manic Moments

…and some days
we stand up
topple the furnishings
of corporate order
decry politics
and etiquettes
and rage,
rage,
inner light
exploding
in a shattering
ball of fire
blinding
purifying
setting souls free
setting us free

…and then
it’s over –
in a blink
and our desk mate
still sleeps the slumber of automaton
clicks a mouse in rhythm with photocopier

we sigh
and re-conform.

 

 

 

 

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

19 thoughts on “Manic Moments

  1. When I’ve had those rageful moments at work, I’ve gotten myself in big trouble. It’s taken me a long time, but I’ve finally learned that if you keep banging your head against a brick wall, all you’re going to get is a bloody head. I would say that the following stanza from your poem is the objective correlative for life in cubicle world:

    and our desk mate
    still sleeps the slumber of automaton
    clicks a mouse in rhythm with photocopier

    Well done!

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