a knotted stomach
too much stress for one person
she calls from afar,
or is it just my rumbling stomach?
a watery foot sensation
the smell of saltwater in the office
running towards the sand
finding closure in the waves
Category: work
Unwritten Rules
We felt empowered
sipping coffee in a suits
an office for all
so many unwritten rules
our hopes and dreams start to fade
Anti-Work
Take me from this place
where work is all-consuming
sleeping until noon
The Call of the Sea
Another transient weekend
replaced too soon by the
jealous work week.
Barely rested from last week,
the new work week takes
away our day at the sea.
The sounds of the old waves
moving towards the shore,
enticing us quit our jobs and
flee the neverending cycle.
Very Short Story: Home Office
A cool breeze moves through me, touches my skin, and moves me to feel the chill of the air.
I must stop for a few moments; work has become omnipresent, and nature calls me to feel.
Scents linger from outside and inside; I sniff the air in wonder and admiration for prosperity.
A dog keeps barking down the hill; I hear the illegal rooster telling everyone how annoying the chickens can be.
Little Birds
To feel the sun,
the warmth of another day.
The birds talk of wild times in the sky
while I sit here typing away.
They never said my days would be long,
nor my paper trail much longer.
I open the window expecting the birds to stay,
yet they get scared and fly away.
Tanka: Pink Files
Pink files surround me,
humidity on the breeze,
the overcast sky.
Sitting at my desk feeling
the winds of change are flowing.
My Week
At present, we are waiting for the humidity to break. I hope for the Autumn change to arrive.
I’ve been surrounded by pink files all week. You don’t know the stress involved in Property Law and Conveyancing until you experience the work.
It has been an intense week, which usually leaves me with nothing left by Friday night.
Add watching the war crimes in Ukraine, and I’m ready to leave my computer for a while and lay down.
Thank you for taking the time to visit my blog and read my words.
Office Love
Office love.
You wield the mug,
he becomes the coffee.
Very Short Story: Office Dreams
You sit at your desk. A coffee fragrance clutters the air; clicking keyboards fade away.
You’re with a king having beautiful babies or sitting quietly in a grand garden contemplating the fate of worlds.
Your Reverie gives your eyes a dreamlike quality as you fade away.
Your Sadness
your sadness drips
onto the floor to pool
in shadows and soak into
the fabric of the building
once there, it stays
unable to dissipate until
others’ happiness does the same
How odd that you
reside in a building
unable to balance emotions
C & K 