JoelJosol Posted May 24, 2009 Share Posted May 24, 2009 Hands, clapping, voices, boisterous, high-fives, and a document, signed: after this, I worry about you and me if we are to see each other again. Soon, this room will host others, after blanking whiteboards and removing papers posted on walls. The hours had been logged, accounted for. I fear losing you like a re-assignment to a new room, another set of numbers, deadlines, late meals, delays, and change requests. Maybe, you are like another project I need to close down to move on. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rhymeguy Posted May 24, 2009 Share Posted May 24, 2009 Whether it is words, poems, books, things or people that pass through our lives a memory is implanted. The final good bye can leave us feeling empty. We must start again and establish new relationships. We are richer for having had the experience and take that richness on to the new experience. That is what your words brought to my mind. Thank you for those thoughts. rg Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted May 24, 2009 Share Posted May 24, 2009 The infinite jest of corporate life- the banality and shallow imposition of surface- a hard bit to fully "incorporate" in poetry, and yet you do it admirably- arguably a poem fitting "The Office" real or media imaged--- Surprising in its adaption of a a stillborn language to create a vital poetic scene- And you accuse me of adaptability? Well done! DC Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pawn shop Posted May 24, 2009 Share Posted May 24, 2009 Ah, the demands that another person could make...to make things a touch more difficult.....that make you go to work early and stay late and miss lunch and drink coffee....and wondering if it's all worth it.....LOVE the idea. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted May 24, 2009 Share Posted May 24, 2009 A fantastic metaphor, Joel. I like how you use the end of the assignment (which I inferred to be a seminar), a "public" concern, to explore the narrator's more private concerns. I do think the last two lines disrupt the feelings of uncertainty and angst stirred by the rest of the poem to its detriment. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted June 14, 2009 Share Posted June 14, 2009 Joel if I look back in your work I can tell how much your poetry has grown. I love your work every day more and more. Perfect closing of the poem. Very meaningful. Happy to read this one. Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted June 14, 2009 Share Posted June 14, 2009 I came back on this poem Joel, and I enjoy reading it. I forgot to say earlier, I loved the title. Looking forward to read some more from you Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JoelJosol Posted June 16, 2009 Author Share Posted June 16, 2009 Hi Aleks, thanks for the read. I'm just too busy with work recently. I will post again once the backlog clears up. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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