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Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/23/06 at 06:40 PM "...specks of insignificance toiling away
unable to tell one day from the next
till that fateful hour
we all must punch out" is a tremendous ending for this piece, Chris. Nice write.
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Posted by Charles E Minshall on 02/24/06 at 06:34 AM Ah yes, a prairie dog field. When something happens heads pop up from all over the place.
Good poem Chris I too liked the last lines....Charlie |
Posted by Ann Krischus on 02/24/06 at 10:24 AM what a fresh perspective...your question is asked from an angle most never considered. |
Posted by Mara Meade on 02/24/06 at 06:43 PM Tedium indeed... that begs a bigger question. I like the subtlety of how you introduced the "bigger question." |
Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 02/25/06 at 08:38 PM ...which is why I sometimes write poetry from my cubey, Chris! On my coffee break, of course.... d;-) |
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/04/06 at 01:29 AM You catch the tedium of the workday world exceptionally well in this poem.
The challenge is to keep one's daily work in proper perspective to what one views as his real raison d'etre. |
Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/30/09 at 06:51 PM So Sartrelike. I kept thinking of existential angst, the potential deadening effect of ritual in general, and ... how much the rest of us depend on those specks doing their work so we get our next check or service. In a speck... eternity? |