The view from my cubicle
Grace @ Everyday Amazing
the noise outside
never ceases - whistling, screeching, thundering
from cars, trucks
going east or west
always fast -
chasing ticking clock
I don't see -
muting the snowdrops falling, trembling
like a dove.
Posted for Real Toads - Mary's Mixed Bag - Windows
Poetry form: La Lune for D'verse Poets Pub - Take 2 for me ~
3 lines of 3-5-3 words or 5-3-5 syllabic count - I have used both.
The view from you cubicle is like others office I worked many years ago, sometimes I think what would happens If I stiil will be there.
ReplyDeleteBut you picture so well in your poem:)
I think your journey would have been different ~ Thanks Gloria ~
DeleteLove the view from your high rise office! However, I do not miss the everyday grind. Happy New Year!!
ReplyDeleteI am on the 6th floor, not that high rise around here ~ Thanks Helen and Happy New Year too ~
DeleteThere's o much that we don't see in our ceaseless chasing of the mighty dollar (or pound in my case).
ReplyDeleteYes, and specially when the windows are sealed close ~ Thanks Tony ~
DeleteA well done image indeed, both with the picture and text.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed seeing the photo of the view out your office window, Grace; and your poem definitely does justice to all the sights and sounds you see there as time ticks on!
ReplyDeleteAn interesting combination of lunes - and I like the way that the three interact, with the third almost being a volta, a turn of phrase and thought, as a counterpoint to the first two strophes. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sam for the wonderful form ~
Deleteah very cool...the snow drops trembling like a dove is very cool grace...your words are easy to see...glad i have been out of the traffic a few weeks...smiles.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the break Brian ~ Thank you ~
DeleteI, too, especially loved the snowdrops trembling like a dove........love the view from your cubicle, Grace.
ReplyDeleteThe view isn't bad Sherry, at least I have a window to look out too ~ Thanks ~
DeleteThe second one is my favorite--you capture the speed and sound well with the consonance :)
ReplyDeleteThank you ~
DeleteWhat one can see, as they look out of their office tree, it never stops either way, can be quite the display.
ReplyDeleteI agree Pat ~ Thanks for the visit ~
DeleteI love seeing photos of people's surroundings so it was neat to see your office view. Never worked in that kind of situation myself but your describe is well so I can picture it. I like the trembling snow as well.
ReplyDeleteThank you Peggy ~
DeleteI think its fun to take pictures like you and post it in the blog ~
ReplyDeleteThank you for the visit ~
I wish I had a view outside from my cubicle although it would be of a parking lot haha.
ReplyDeleteVery nice lines here. I like your poem. I can feel the overstimulation in your words!
Thank you Gretchen ~
DeleteI had a view like that once upon a time.
ReplyDeleteI love how talented you are, Grace! You do these verses with such ease. Well done.
Have a beautiful weekend!!
I think once you put your mind into something, you can do it too Elsie ~
DeleteThanks for the visit ~
..outside's a totally different world... everything's trembling...rushing... creating noises... and yes... you too suits to the form so perfectly well... it shows Grace... great... great... as always... smiles...
ReplyDeleteThank you for the lovely words Kelvin ~ Good morning to you ~
Deleteloved that you used both forms... and Grace, the 3rd one is just so damn good! great write
ReplyDeleteWe look through a window and breathe trapped air wondering what we are missing...beautiful piece Grace.
ReplyDelete..this form is fitting for your track of thought, I think; you bring so much to it already and it takes it away if you will ;)
ReplyDeleteSo often the view from the workplace is less than gratifying.. at least a poet has other places to go.
ReplyDeleteThose sealed windows give me claustrophobia. We had them in one of our local colleges, and I had great difficulty keeping calm whenever went there. Nightmare! Thank goodness those at work opened - if only marginally, due to health and safety's ludicrous rules after one employee up country decided to try and jump from their window!!
ReplyDeleteI liked the way your mind worked around this subject.
How wonderfully this form contains the noise, the sight, but you see the doves cooing in the snowflakes anyway. Mighty fine!
ReplyDeletebeautiful. I love the glimpse out the window (both in sight and sound). I particularly liked the muted snowdrops.
ReplyDeleteThat you can block it and see the beauty that you do is such an amazing blessing, Grace. Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteyeah, i like this, Grace. i have a bucolic view from my office window but go figure, the computer is on the opposite side so my back is usually turned. blah.
ReplyDeleteI can remember thinking a city view exciting, early in my working life. Now, with those years gone, your photo looks overwhelming. I love the snowdrops "like a dove"!
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Really like the line "chasing ticking clock". It has a kind of cyclical feel-like a cat chasing its tail or something. Very nice work.
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