…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.
you describe that frustration so well, emotive 🙂
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Thanks Kate.
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you’re most welcome VJ
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I remember those days well!
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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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Thanks. It’s been a long time since I worked in a pen, but I remember how soulless it felt.
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Another deep and meaningful poem. Your words so beautifully echo my perpetual ascent to hope and weekly fall to disappointment. The key is to keep trying, to not give up. Together VJ we rise 🌟💛
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Thank you Andrea! We do, indeed.
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We need
To chew bits out of them
To be noticed?
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Seems that way, lol.
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Read the poem and started singing “It’s just another manic Monday” until I realised it was Tuesday! At least I think it is . . .
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Lol. Now I’m singing it!
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So did I!
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Lol.
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I’ve had those moments … !
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we all have… eh?
well done VJ
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Thanks!
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Definitely!
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Lol. I remember them well.
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