Snow Globe

Wake up with a fist full of rocks

 

Walk to work under the dome

And dust yourself off at the door

Repeat those well rinsed reactions

Reuse those canned responses

 

Each one snapped off

Like a good quip

Like a beer cap

Clinking on the floor

Signaling the next big drink

Of self medication

 

Wander in to the same thing

For the same outcome

My pittance of a paycheck

Just to stare at the clock

Just like yesterday

 

My glass dome and the liquid motion

The listless shifting

Day in and day out

Preaching and praying for the some outcome

To the countless unresolved issues

Ignored errors

And repeated idiotic movements

 

We find some other thing to distract us

Some other minute topic

That seems so grandiose right now

But tomorrow

It may as well be a speck

That the janitor missed

Last week

 

Everything here in my snow globe

Comes carbon dated

Time stamped

And has a monitor present

Just to beep and let us know it’s still there

 

All I want to do is wake up

With a fist full of rocks

And approach the glass

 

Is that so wrong?

10/04/2012 - 0346

Reviews

[Ashley]

You've done a really good job conveying the mindlessness and monotony that life can sometimes be. I love the imagery, you chose great words, strong words to express your dissatisfaction. Everyone craves change sometimes, great work!

[.]

Not wrong at all. I think the monotony of life is captured brilliantly in your words. But I'm glad that you didn't "approach the glass" and instead created this piece of poetry. In my humble opinion, words are rocks and blank pages are glass!

[K.C. Zbryk]

I like this thought of words being rocks, and paper being glass. This is a beautiful idea that i hadnt even considered. But really the glass is only a symbol of my profession, in this piece, nothing sinister. Just contemplating a change of scenery. And thank you for the insightful review.

[.]

You're very welcome. Glad you appreciated my thoughts. I've realized that no matter what changes or does not change in my life, each time that there is a blank page before me, I can unleash my words and express my freedom--breaking whatever monotony that I wish to break. Not saying you shouldn't contemplate a change of scenery, just saying that you can always choose write a new scene whenever your heart says so.

[K.C. Zbryk]

And this I have been doing, I was just missing my poetry and needed a break away from the book. I needed to express myself in a different fashion for a moment, and get away from my imagination. It can be a strange place to spend a lot of time in.. Hehe

[.]

This proved to be an excellent way to take a break! :)