The office mammals wrestle
over the copier
while the phone rings
endlessly in the
cavern of cubes.
How can an artist
live in this jungle?
The pigs and bears laugh
at such a silly
thought, amused.
About Me
- W.M. Turner
- I lost my husband to suicide in June of 2006. This is my journey through the deep valley of grief with all its anger, denial, guilt, and pain. It is also my struggle to embrace the future and allow myself to live and love happily, again. As if that is not enough, this is where I indulge my need to create, with words, the ideas that irritate me like a splinter, until I get them out.
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12 comments:
I admit I didn't read all posts but in last few I like how you represent your thoughts through rhyme.. Did you consider to put on the end, after the poem, just one line with a question that bothers you the most that day?
Would help maybe, specially if it would be somehow connected with a poem..
I really enjoyed that photo. A lot.
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I laughed out loud at this quirky post. I used to imagine the people in the office as animals too. Nice sense of humor and great photo to illustrate it.
Awesome! Keep on going.
Ignore the animals and let them eat each other up
First time dropping by your blog ^^ Looking forward for more blogs ^^
I love the visual image your words induce in my mind
I am commenting on your newest post because it's your newest post.
First time here, truly beautiful prose, drawing pictures and transferring feelings with words. Really good. Don't stop.
Great poem! You should read Douglas Coupland's JPOD for an answer to your question.
Artists are like roaches, we thrive everywhere!!!
very interesting blog!
I watch the blueberries grow.
Wow - anger, denial, sadness, pain not to mention love - are often the wells from which fantastic art surface; your poetry and prose are no exception, and hopefully therapeutic too. I cannot imagine.
I love "6th floor" hillarious, so true!
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