by Glenn Currier


When I am away from you too long
distant dry winds
sweep across me,
hardening my skin
until it begins to flake and itch.

The moisture of your penetrating touch
eludes me,
I am caught in the cage
of nine to five.

Inside the house of responsibility
the softness
of your gentle rain
cannot nurture my roots.

Sometimes I notice.
I miss you, my loves.


Author's Note: Dedicated to my friends at pathetic.org. I hope to be back on the site reading your wonderful works soon. Meanwhile, I am still... Away...

Posted on 02/18/2004
Copyright © 2020 Glenn Currier

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 02/18/04 at 04:03 AM

'caught in the cage of nine to five.' This is understandable. This is a world inside a world subject to the world it is inside.Whats beautiful here is the feelings, I can so easily identify with.

Posted by Anne Engelen on 02/18/04 at 06:21 AM

you're truly missed...looking forward to your return! Take care buddy :)

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/19/04 at 05:22 PM

Like a fish out of water, sure can relate to this one Glenn. Hurry back when ye can. :o)

Posted by Maureen Glaude on 02/20/04 at 01:19 PM

Inside the House of Responsibility, wow, that sure rings powerfully and relatably to real life. I love the term. We miss ya, but hey, we understand. Well said

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 02/20/04 at 07:39 PM

how precious thou art... this could also be relative to home, i would think... a perfect poem... blessings...

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