Meeting like weather

by Paganini Jones

The meeting was like weather
Set in
For the week

Storm clouds gathered
By ten o’clock
Round the chairman

Who noticed his son’s
Snow plough
In his pocket

Banked up
Either side of the table

Arguments rained down
notepads and minutes

Checkmated positions
The way ahead


Like a break in the clouds
Lunch came
At one

Sandwiches, coffee,
Gave promise of rainbows

With a bad joke and forced laughter
The small boys
Came out to play

Jostling position
For the
Snow plough


Author's Note: I have worked as an office temp for some time. At one office I saw something like this happen. The rest is poetry (or tries to be!)

Posted on 05/23/2004
Copyright © 2020 Paganini Jones

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maureen Glaude on 05/24/04 at 09:46 PM

thank goodness for humour, to break tension, I always say. I hate closed-door sessions and negativity in meetings. But I can endure them and fight out with the best of them for my point of view. Good work, Pag.

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