3.07.2011

take a letter, maria(n)

what if
when he said time for dictation
or i'll have some coffee
what if i just
up and
run out?
blow this taco
stand, as they say? snagging
post-it notes, postage stamps, staplers
and tape?
better
yet if i hurl that coffee cup
scalding hot starbucks burns
he'd not forget
blisters
soon. i
am smarter than
these bozos, what am i
even doing here, stagnating
angry
silent
complicit in my oppression?
snap out of it sister
ride your bus pass
outta
town now
find your mountain
and a good love, linger
warm air on your breast til you are
renewed.
then you
can fly down singing madrigals
on the wing. then start on
some writing of
your own.

39 comments:

  1. Cindy at Cin Design StudioMarch 7, 2011 at 10:09 PM

    love. <3

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  2. Cinquain just seems so right
    when you write it.
    Im picking up bits and pieces from other poems in this one and I love it.
    I love the continuing of the story,
    fleshing it out...

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  3. what story?
    The Story Of My Life? ah, maybe.

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  4. Eh madam, it's super! Remember Tracy Chapman?

    But this has bite!

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  5. ah do i remember? i would have run off with her for sure, no matter what the fuck she drove.

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  6. The lost song of the downtrodden American worker.
    (Toss that cup! Carpe diem!)

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  7. I like the down beat of this, and the upswing at the end, including this:

    "find your mountain
    and a good love"

    -- it reads so beautifully, this.

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  8. Go find some freedon, read beautifully!

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  9. heck yeah! break free...now...dont wait...go...

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  10. Agree with Terresa's comment about how your poem reads, and wish to add that there seems a staccato beat to your lines that create excellent internal rhymes between parts.

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  11. thank you lovely people for catching my beat here.

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  12. "...complicit in my oppression?" That is I.

    Take me with you when you go! Please take me with you! Your spirit is full food!

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  13. Your spirit is full GOOD! Same thing... :-)

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  14. wonderful movement between lines... you feel like running out the door! love it

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  15. I like this and hope you wrote it on company time...see you at the mountain.

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  16. AWESOME!! It's stunning how you wrote this in a sequence of cinquains...it flows so well...really cool!
    And the essence of the poem was like ...WOW!!
    Cheers to freedom!! :)

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  17. i love me my cinquains, for serious.

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  18. it's like the office version of my inner monologue...

    stay in my head forever? please?

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  19. no plans to leave. also please note the escape at the end!

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  20. Oh yes, fly out and find what you would love to do... I enjoyed the way you have painted your frustration and what you are looking for in the future.. good one shot.

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/whispers-memories-from-living.html
    At Twitter @VerseEveryDay

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  21. Love it! Absolutely! Rapt attention! Read it a couple of times, so directed, super.

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  22. lately someone suggested that i am a direct action poet.
    ha! speaking truth to power!

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  23. The hurtling-paced flow works: excellent work, as are the words.

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  24. racing around throwing thank yous!

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  25. Three cheers! This is an anthem I could stand behind. Such a call to arms. Love it - especially the redemptive part at the end.

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  26. Oh, what a great opening question - how often I ranted to myself in similar manner (though much more prosaically than this) before I finally took courage and left. And so enslaved had I become it took me a long while to get to the point where I could:

    ...fly down singing madrigals
    on the wing


    Beautifully expressed!

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  27. Love this..an anthem to "take this job and shove it" may you find that beautiful freedom... :)

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  28. one can feel the typed beat of stifled rage.awesome.

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  29. Wow. Very vivid. I too could feel the typed beaqt that Abin refers to in the above comment. My favorite line? "Snap out of it, sister."

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  30. Wonderful.

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

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  31. Oh I have had jobs like that! I LOVE "fly down singing madrigals on the wing".......that line alone is worth the suffering:)

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  32. i love the form more and more. "snap out of it sister" i like this voice ~

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  33. i will back freedom every singe time.
    the title is perfect, and the form (i seriously dont know how you do it... i'ts like some language i can't seem to learn... ) adds so much.

    also - take all the post it notes; that's just a good policy to live by.

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  34. it has occurred to me that "take this job and shove it" might have been more efficient!
    :) love you all, thanks a ton.

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  35. Like somebody said up there ... cinquain just sounds so right when you write it.

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  36. very nice of you to say, Old Raven. thanks :)

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  37. I really like the tone and the energy, you go girl!

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