The stress comes like waves
or like squalls on a summer day
Relentless
of its own accord
schedule known only
to itself
The sun can shine
its rays as words
nice
but relatively useless
Like waves, the stress comes
Like summer squalls on a summer day
Constriction
as spume
a calling card to say
I am here
Here as calling card
My boss wants you to know
On his way
He wants to say
Wave or ocean all the same
tricks of the mind
we play with name
but call it what you will
wet is wet
or like squalls on a summer day
Relentless
of its own accord
schedule known only
to itself
The sun can shine
its rays as words
nice
but relatively useless
Like waves, the stress comes
Like summer squalls on a summer day
Constriction
as spume
a calling card to say
I am here
Here as calling card
My boss wants you to know
On his way
He wants to say
Wave or ocean all the same
tricks of the mind
we play with name
but call it what you will
wet is wet
7 comments:
I want to call in my best imitation of a golfing voice, if there is such a thing, good form. A sort of mild version of the expression method in madness, abstract in the conceptual sense coupled with the repetitions, like a chorus, befitting in imagery also as those waves rush in, and all the more effective for their slight change in structure, not so much a repetition as a reminder. Relentless, such a meaningful word, and rather than and, yet steady, it is rather bizarre how this works within, resignation and calm, the waves like your conclusion undeniable, undeterred, and as said above, there is, to my mind reading, a sort of comfort to the steadiness despite stress being what is being compared thereto. Intriguing style is perhaps the best description to make, excellent piece of writing. I think a trip to CC is in order, paper umbrellas optional.
You sound... stressed out and depressed.
((hugs))
((MORE HUGS)))
PEACE TO YOU, INSIDE YOU, THROUGH YOU, TREE DEAREST...
Annie, thanks for the kind words. The raw words probably are read and interpreted more harshly than they are, which is a weakness of the word alone without tone, body language or context. The company I work for, a week ago, filed Chapter 11 and, as you might imagine, that has caused a wee bit of stress. What I write, as in this poem, is simply an attempt to record, in the moment, an emotion, a feeling, a mood that I know, if I wait, if I try to write from memory as opposed to from the actual moment, that I will miss the opportunity to write something that is authentic and real as opposed to a facsimile. And, the writing that I post here, even when of a personal nature is not written in the context of a diary or journal posting but rather in the context of a writer writing posting--if that makes any sense. :-D
Regardless, I do sincerely appreciate the hugs and more hugs and the genuine concern. Thank you Annie. :-)
"The sun can shine
its rays as words
nice
but relatively useless"
Just thought I would quote a little brilliance for you. THAT is awesome.
Sorry about your company. You managed to capture the emotions that you are feeling quite well.
I am with Annie, as I don't think I could say it any better, ((hugs)) and ((MORE HUGS)) to help ease your stresses.
And prayers too.
Thanks Jen. My wife and I both work for the same company and the idea of both of us losing our jobs at the same time is a little concerning. We could know something as soon as tomorrow. Pins and needles would be an understatement. Thanks for the hugs and the prayers. I'll take both.
Indeed its true...wet is wet...Call it by any name...
The layoffs are indeed troublesome & is indeed making like anxiety prone & stressful...
I just hope & pray tat things will improve soon enough without taking too much toll...
Wishing you all the best tree (((HUGS)))
Mona, thanks for the hugs. Stress comes more from How than What. It is the How that is killing me.
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