Nine months has turned into
Well over a year, time in which
Time to which, time for which
I could claim I languished. I did
Not. I crave an answer. A yes,
Yes much preferred. But a no
Is a simple acknowledgement
Too. I feel we had a contract. I
Turn over my work, deeply felt
Poems to you and some one of
Your poetry editors says ok or
Goodbye, we'll pass. Good luck.
Category Archives: Work
Under construction
The corner is throbbing with
Noise. All of it to do with the
Busy hum of construction. At
One end a too tall for humans
Building is rising. On another,
It's repair and restoration. All
Loud. Some deafening. Drills.
A backup beep. A large drum
Mixing concrete. An engine or
A whine. Ignore it if you can.
Working
What jobs have you had?
A job of work is an
Expression I heard
Long ago. I wonder
If the attitude is as
Positive today. If the
Ambition is the same.
To earn so you can
Spend. To spend so
You can have more.
To work so you can
Feel accomplished.
That's a job of work.
Balance
How do you balance work and home life?
Up in the air, on a trapeze, on
A rope, rappelling a rocky
Mountain slope. It all makes
Me feel like a superstar. I can
Juggle, I can balance. I will
Get dinner on the table, wow
Them with my powerpoint. I
Keep work in the office, home
At home. That's balance. Peace.
What do you do?
What’s a job you would like to do for just one day?
Daily prompt
Jobs are boring, compelling,
Competitive, exciting, tedious.
Jobs are a daily-grind, inspiring,
Inspired. Jobs are what I do, not
Who I am. I am my job. My job,
It's me. I am my work. My job.
Tamara, really 