Another Monday, eh? For some, Mondays equate to “back to the office” day.
For today’s prompt, write an office poem. Maybe this is related to your work, but maybe this is a poem at a dentist’s office, doctor’s office, bank office, office in a car factory, or some other type of office.
I left my cubicle for a classroom
ReplyDeletegrew used to teenager environment.
After teaching high school math for a year
I go to pick up my husband where he
works as a computer programmer like
I did. I walk through the office. I do
not miss the maze of cubicle city.
But the quiet, the silence, low voices,
shouting not considered as normal speech,
no backtalk, no constant conversations,
no eardrum shaking din in the hallways.
The office silence now overwhelms me.
I had forgotten. How could I forget?
wow! you expressed my feelings exactly! yes I am retired but I have to admit there are times I miss sitting at a desk working in a quiet environment..sipping a cup of coffee enjoying having others around me sharing the cubicle. Why I don't know but there was something soothing about the office environment where I was a cog in the wheel and rarely noticed.
Deleteoh for crying out loud! I deleted my comment. Duh! so to make a long story short you made me realize how much I miss the quiet of the office and the maze of cubicles where I could do my work undisturbed... a cog in the wheel unnoticed as I enjoy a cup of coffee and watch the paper work go from the in box to the out box as the time ticks away.
DeleteThe imagery of the office life as compared to the hallways in school were very vivid and I enjoy reading your poem very much! I also had forgotten the office life at Erie Ins. Exchange and I had my own office at Fisher's Downtown Erie.
DeleteI just got done at the doctor's office
ReplyDeleteThey said I'm getting better from the flu
My temperature was normal
My blood pressure was just fine
They said I'm getting better from the flu
This cough is lingering and I feel so tired
My blood pressure was just fine
My eyes are drowsy and only half open
This cough is lingering and I feel so tired
The doctor said rest and give it time
My eyes are drowsy and only half open
The house keeps getting more and more messy
The doctor said rest and give it time
My husband has the flu, too!
The house keeps getting more and more messy
I just don't know what to do
My husband has the flu, too!
Someone has to cook and someone has to clean
I just don't know what to do!
The litter box stinks to high heaven
Someone has to cook and someone has to clean
I guess it will be me cooking and cleaning
The letter box stinks to high heaven
Why can't cats poop outdoors?
I guess it will be me cooking and cleaning
My temperature was normal
Why can't cats poop outdoors?
I just got done at the doctor's office.
I know the feeling. I always said "moms can't get sick" but in reality it's "spouses" too. I got tired just reading the poem. You really got the feeling of it to come across perfectly. Great subject for a pantoum too. It really is repetitive and circular.
DeleteI agree with Victoria... I got tired just reading this one! you really pulled the reader into this one. well done!
DeleteOh this is a good one! Yes!
ReplyDeleteHere's my effort. I kind of sailed out by itself when I thought about the prompt.
ReplyDeleteMy Office
Once we lived in a house
that had two rooms upstairs
and in one of them once
I had an office once that was all mine,
and I loved it.
I had two comfy chairs for visitors
to sit in and a big desk once and
a couple of bookcases with my
own books in them, old and new,
and it was all mine,
that office was the only one I ever had
that was all mine,
and I loved it.
Have you read Virginia Woolf's "A Room of One's OWn"? Your poem reminds me of it, and yes, I have always needed space of my own.
Deletehttps://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/w/woolf/virginia/w91r/
Deletegreat vignette as you set the scene perfectly
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ReplyDeletea room in a building surrounded
ReplyDeleteby other rooms that fill floor
after floor with desks and chairs
and people on the phone or clicking
away on their computers seemingly
busy while just filling time until
the clock says five o'clock. Everything
shuts down as the people file out to
go home only to come back the next
day and repeat the monotonous routine
again and again and again.
I wonder
ReplyDeleteWhy--
Why abhor desk work,
While I crave it?
Let me dance
Office Poem
ReplyDeleteSome folks work in offices.
Some folks clean offices.
Some folks spends their days in classrooms.
Some folks spend their days in the office.
Some folks have a home office.
Some folks have a media room.
Some folks run for office.
Some folks complain but never vote.
For everything some folks do,
there’s other folks who don’t.
©Priscilla Anne Tennant Herrington
Restless.
ReplyDeleteThe day Jim said
"You could retire from here,
head of a department."
"Just give it time." he said
That same day I went into the big boss
and gave my two weeks notice.
I feared it would be true
that Jim was right
and I couldn't let that happen.
"What can we do to keep you," they asked me.
And so from then on
I had Wednesdays off
every Wednesday.
Monday, Tuesday, Day off.
Thursday, Friday, Two days off.
I lasted another year
and then moved on.