Cubicle

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So often our whispers trail alongside wind
As though passion’s sprouted pair of wings
If only you’d care to listen
So often our laughter echoes through walls
You can picture our moments fluttering by
If only you’d care to listen

Be them tales of fervor or be tales of brawl
You can bet these walls would tell them all

So often our silence breaks through glass
As though pelts of rain that melt on grass
If only you’d care to listen
So often around night when city is asleep
You can picture memoirs whisking us by
If only you’d care to listen

Be them tales of fervor or be tales of brawl
You can bet these walls would tell them all

So often our youth points north to the sky
As though aiming to tease thru a lone sigh
If only you’d care to listen
So often our views both clash and coincide
You can picture endeavor speeding fast by
If only you’d care to listen

Be them tales of fervor or be tales of brawl
You can bet these walls would tell them all

 

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Posted for Poetics @ dVerse Poets Pub

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24 thoughts on “Cubicle

  1. Glenn Buttkus says:

    You seem to be using a classic-like form, & your use of refrains is lovely. You touch on the single-minded apathy that plagues so many. Thank the gods we are poets, & we listen, watch and catalog all about us.

  2. Brian says:

    I’ve been blessed to never been surrounded by cubicle walls. Your poem is rather haunting. The impersonal nature of the workplace when you are defined by your ‘space’ and your neighbors determine whether you have a good day or bad.

  3. kaykuala h says:

    One walled oneself up to the outside world and refused to be drawn into any form of conversation or discussion. Happened to those who got knocked many times that they became obstinate!

    Hank

  4. Vidhika Dalmia says:

    I really like the way you have repeated certain lines…gives it a musical effect…like a song playing in the back of the mind where you can “feel” the tune yet wait for someone else to play the notes. Very well written.

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