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Office Flowers
Contributed by
spike
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Wednesday, 11th August 2004 @ 07:41:17 AM in AEST
Topic:
DreamsandWishes
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I work in a high tower, on a top level
Accessed only by security cards,
Which hang around your neck on lanyards
And force you to genuflect to the access pads, to verify your status,
The confessionals of corporate religion are lift wells scented with flatus.
Staff share cubicles, conversations, recycled air
The days progress measured by clocks,
As they move from one task to the next in these office blocks
And people look surprised to see a whole day pass,
through two inches of double paned, sound proof glass.
Scalding ever hot water and dirty dishes in
Kitchens the size of a plane loo,
So tiny even two people have to queue
And fridges as overfilled as a Japanese commuter train,
House lunches alongside mouldy food no one bothers to claim.
On their breaks, people go downstairs
And bathe in the sun like meerkats,
The smokers stand huddled and look as guilty as rats
But the time away from desks, though not so far,
Feels like youve step out from under a bell jar.
People spend a lot of time gazing out of windows
Still nervous whenever they see a plane,
Worried they might suffer that 9/11 pain
Yet the sunsets are glorious enough to make you sigh,
And the city at night looks beautiful on high.
Sometimes I wonder if people are still enough during the day
That they will eventually put down roots through their pants,
And slowly grow towards the light like potted plants
Like the African Violet and the Peace Lilly never in bloom,
As the afternoon sun makes staff drowsy in the board room.
We have replaced the mountain-top with skyscrapers and glass towers
Traded in animal skins for Pierre-Cardin suits and corporate dress,
Have nameless maintenance staff clean up our mess
Corrected our behaviours and suppressed our primal urges,
Until we walk around like we are suffering Aspergers.
But those long warm afternoons are our chance to dream
And for the blossoms of the mind to germinate,
As we sit at the windows and ruminate
That life isnt always measured by the corporate hour,
And even old office plants sometimes flower.
Copyright ©
spike
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2004-08-11 07:41:17]
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Re: Office Flowers
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by inoc on
Wednesday, 11th August 2004 @ 07:51:13 AM AEST
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reading your poem was like going into your world...
It was like I was on work experience...
what a education for me as I could feel the atmosphere and feel my fear of being up sooo high
well done |
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Re: Office Flowers
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by kammie on
Wednesday, 11th August 2004 @ 08:09:54 AM AEST
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cool poem ! it captures the moment or the day......great write spike x
kammie xx |
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Re: Office Flowers
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 11th August 2004 @ 10:45:08 AM AEST
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| I love the imagery you capture so very well. Being high up does take me to places imagined, though I get to look a real mountains. A beautiful poem! |
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Re: Office Flowers
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by lostinmyself on
Wednesday, 11th August 2004 @ 10:46:23 AM AEST
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wow...this is fantastic. You have described so many things brilliantly. The feelings and the suroundings, everything. Great write,
Phil xxx |
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Re: Office Flowers
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by Silent-No-More on
Saturday, 28th August 2004 @ 09:35:32 PM AEST
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It's been my experience that a poet is never truly comfortable in a business suit. It is, at best, a costume... and a restrictive feeling one at that. Fortunately, my office is in a remote building where the big cheeses rarely venture. If you had security access to my floor (which few do), you'd find me there in blue jeans most days. A corporate rebel.... saving suit wearing for days that I travel to another location for a meeting or whatnot.
Oh, yes.... I get this.
Somehow still able to see the sunset from my interior, windowless office,
SNM |
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