Rochelle has given us the following photo as this week’s
prompt, it is a blast from the past for some participants but new to me. Click on the link above to take you to Rochelle's site where you will find the blue froggy to link your story and read other contributions.
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| Photo Credit: Madison Woods |
MORNING
She woke up very cross
Thinking about her boss
Who said he was at a loss
She didn't give a toss
If the office was in total
chaos
Changing the company logos
To letterheads in blue emboss
Fancy fonts and different
sizes
Drop-down menus select
choices.
Stationary at the drive-thru
Waiting in the queue
In the early morning dawn
Her attention was drawn
To a struggle on the wall
Brown and small
Green and tall
The instinct to survive was
strong
She had to fight to belong
To step up her place
In the corporate rat race.
Word count: 97
Dear Sally,
ReplyDeleteWell done use of the prompt. Do you mean "pace" in the next to the last line rather than "place?"
Shalom,
Rochelle
Wow! Your poetry always amazes me.
ReplyDeleteThis is great. I love the pace you set with the words. All very urgent.
ReplyDeleteA rat race that gets old very fast. Time to stop the madness. Good use of the prompt, and as always you excel in this format!
ReplyDeleteGreat style, amazing pace and a joy to read!
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ReplyDeleteNice poem
ReplyDeleteWhat an interesting parallel between the woman and the moths ~ I like how seeing them shook her out of that morning grumpiness and gave her the will to carry on.
ReplyDeleteloved it and agree with the above response.
ReplyDeleteInteresting metaphor and nice poem. Very creative use of the prompt.
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