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Lonely Shadow
Member

since 2000-03-14

Posts 128
Virginia

0 posted 2002-05-06 08:55 PM

Lifeless gray
Filling the space I live
Looking over cubicle walls
To a view of day's wakening
Watching as the sun shines bright
Over trees and skies of blue
Wishing I could be among the geese
As they soar through the air
But alas, I am bound
To this lowly cage
Until the evening comes
When the sun lays to rest
But soon, I will be able to bask
In the warmth of the sun
But for now, I must stay
For dawn to dusk is a way of life
In this compact little space
I must call my home

Fear destroys the mind, depression destroys the soul... only love and compassion may save you from death.

Joyce Johnson

Member Rara Avis

since 2001-03-10

Posts 9912
Washington State

1 posted 2002-05-07 02:21 AM

Very lonely feel, well expressed. Joyce

Poet deVine

Administrator

Member Seraphic

since 1999-05-26

Posts 22612
Hurricane Alley

2 posted 2002-05-07 11:27 AM

I'm reading this in my gray cubicle..I understand the feeling behind this. My cube is no where NEAR a window though. The world could blow away and I'd never know it! I enjoyed your poem.

wordancer
Senior Member

since 2000-07-30

Posts 809
VA

3 posted 2002-05-07 12:35 PM

I keep forgetting how lucky I am to have a window in my cube

you well captured the feeling of being confined to a job, so that we can live.

IHOPoets, bringing poetic scribes together from all corners of the globe.

Marge Tindal

Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

4 posted 2002-05-07 04:19 PM

LonelyShadow~
This was a 'sweaty-palms' read for this claustrophobic reader~

I once quit a job I liked because they stuck me in a cubicle with no window ... just couldn't do it !

Compelling read when you had me gasping for breath ... well done~
*Hugs*
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
noles1@totcon.com

Trillium

Member Patricius

since 2001-03-09

Posts 12098
Idaho, USA

5 posted 2002-05-08 03:36 PM

I liked your poem and could relate to the feelings expressed. Too bad so many of us spend most of our daytime hours in a "cubicle". Life is too short!

Betty Lou Hebert

coyote
Senior Member

since 2001-03-17

Posts 1077

6 posted 2002-05-09 11:08 PM

Thanks, Shadow.

Just a note of weird observation.
My daily work takes me outside driving many miles a day among the wild horses, antelope, deer, and coyotes, of course.
And in opposite kind, I actually enjoy this cyberworld and the "cubicle" I have created for the equipment.
Told ya it was weird.
Liked the poem, a thought provoking work.
coyote

2dalimit
Member Elite

since 2000-02-08

Posts 2228
Mississippi coast

7 posted 2002-05-11 10:10 AM

But soon, I will be able to bask
In the warmth of the sun

I hope the vacation satisfies your longing.

Melton

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