For today’s prompt, write a work poem. What’s your typical Monday look like at the office? What’s your dream job? Maybe write a list poem about the contents of your briefcase or toolbox. Are you a stay-at-home parent? What’s that look and smell like? Use the senses and specific diction to bring your job and work to life. This is my take !
Just one experience and I swiftly knew
I couldn’t sit in an office without a view
What exhilaration I felt, speeding along
On open highways, tapping to my favorite song
The adrenalin rush of a crowded space
The excitement and anticipation on every face
As I stood at the podium to announce the line up
Everyone hoping that they’d take the winner’s cup
Then the aftermath, conversations, hugs and cheers
Another chalk up to one of those good years
The scenery has changed significantly now
I have more liberty to the who, what and how
After all these years of answering to a boss
I have no regrets, more feeling of triumph than loss
Now I get to listen to the song of the birds
Get lost in the meaning of the most creative words
Less need to suffer the dreaded Monday blues
In the work that I do and- who? I get to choose
Still get around to the tall glass buildings
Large reception space and lofty ceilings
The realm of power houses and famous brands,
Or driving through small towns and farmlands
I now love to choose from a repertoire of skills
Which ones to use to earn enough to pay the bills
Best of all, is spending more time in the sunshine
Enjoying the fact that the smell of freedom is mine
I know that it won’t always be that smooth and easy
But hoping I only do the things that truly please me
Chevvy's diary 