Wednesday, September 14, 2011

The Construction Manager's Lament

This week, 3 Word Wednesday offers us demented poets and other story tellers

Backward; adjective: Directed behind or to the rear; (of a person) having learning difficulties; adverb: (Of a movement) away from one's front; in the direction of one's back; toward or into the past.

Ease; noun: Absence of difficulty or effort; absence of rigidity or discomfort; verb: make (something unpleasant, painful, or intense) less serious or severe; move carefully, gradually, or gently.

Omission; noun: Someone or something that has been left out or excluded; the action of excluding or leaving out someone or something; a failure to do something, esp. something that one has a moral or legal obligation to do.

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The Construction Manager's Lament

Could be our errors,
or some kind of omission
(we have insurance,
thank God, for all those.)
We built the bay bridge backward,
arrogance sliding
home with ease, spilling
over elaborate plans,
tumbling down the stairs,
landing in a heap -
never enough time and gelt
to do these things right.

Written September 14, 2011   7:36 AM

I work for a construction manager, but we do this stuff with food processing and handling equipment, material delivery systems and plant structures in an industrial bakery. I literally work in a cracker factory.


  1. I like what you ahve done with the words for three word Wednesday. I think this fits so many construction sites these days.

  2. people should realize their designs can affect people who use them and do there utmost to make them safe but they always seem to have someone looking over their shoulders telling them to hurry up.

  3. I see many layers in this. I especially like "arrogance sliding
    home with ease."

  4. Ommission has a backward ease to it
    you can't return
    to the forgotten
    once your footsteps
    have hardened in clay

    so we shrug

    there's no power over yesterday
    and no ruse to circumvent

    Let us lie
    at the intersection
    of our paralells

  5. Annie your words "once your footsteps have hardened in clay" inspired a poem and I am posting it shortly.


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