Charlie taught me "the going out seat" when he gathered he was shortly to be laid off. He named his chair the going out seat. I was so impressed with the idea that I've kept it probably twenty years. This is because layoffs are normal occurences in my particular marketplace. I 've had the privilege of sitting in the going out seat close to once a year for the last decade. My latest experience in the going out seat gave me the chance to write the poems I have been posting starting dated in late December and still here dated in February. I had two weeks of work in January and was out all of February.
The Going Out Seat
If I sat on that
chair would you strap me down tight
so I could take off
faster than light speed
and break through the barrier,
the razor wire strung
around my normal
life? Would you do that for me?
I need to go now.
February 2, 2009 8:57 AM
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Writing poetry is in part a matter of focus. What to do when there seems nothing to write about? Write about that...
Writer's Block
I can't write what I want,
have to settle for backing up
and saying I can't write
what I want.
This will have to do.
The dragons all went home.
I am left with their breath.
Dragon scat in my house
forces me to step carefully.
February 2, 2009 11:04 AM
Contraction
1 week ago
Dragon scat indeed....*hugs*
ReplyDeleteThe Going Out Seat, how about the never getting there seat, or the sitting in the corner with a dunce cap seat? That's what I feel like since I can't seem to find a job! *Pout*
ReplyDeleteOK I'm better now... it's all a lesson in continuing despite apparent rejection. Continuing to feel good about yourself and staying focused even if things don't seem to go your way.
That for me is what writing, despite having "writers block" is. Continuing on the course you have set, even when it seems impossible.
~Annie
Will you share that seat? I need a fast ride....
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Oh yes, particularly a different experience, cleaning dragon out from between your toes. *hugs* gratefully accepted, Cherie.
ReplyDeleteAnnie, see how the seats proliferate. The funny thing, they all look alike.
{{{Michelle}}} I vote you the girl I would most like to visit with sitting squeezed together on the going out seat.
Oh yes, particularly a different experience, cleaning dragon out from between your toes. *hugs* gratefully accepted, Cherie.
ReplyDeleteAnnie, see how the seats proliferate. The funny thing, they all look alike.
{{{Michelle}}} I vote you the girl I would most like to visit with sitting squeezed together on the going out seat.
dragon lady....
ReplyDeleteLove that going out seat optimism. Dragon scat, that rocks!
ReplyDeleteI'm up to my ears in scat. All I can think is, "Crap. Here we go again!"
ReplyDeleteGd, I wonder which of the pictures you send me are you. None of them seem to capture the true depth of your mystery.
ReplyDeleteKaren, get a mask and a blower and blow the crap out. But be careful of open wounds, you wouldn't want to get infected with any of the several dragon viruses. They can make rather deep changes in your destiny and life as you know it would be over.
Or you could just keep the crap and hope there are no dragon eggs gestating under one of the piles. Stepping on a broken dragon egg shard is worse than breathing any of the viruses.
Dragon scat? Well, you could certainly write about that. Or their breath, or those few scattered mirror-scales that rubbed off as they made their way down the hall.
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