Motivated by Poet’s Day, yesterday, I expanded on my previous poem to flesh out a few more verses.
Hearing a tick and then hear a tock.
Up on the wall, I see the round clock.
The hands move too slow, I wish I could go.
No leaving now; my pay they might dock.
Monitors glow without any hype.
Messages read, with nary a gripe.
No paperwork trail, it’s all in e-mail.
Fingers find keys, as they start to type.
My window frames the clouds in the sky.
An open door, co-workers walk by.
There’s things to be done, I’m not here for fun!
Constant distractions! Focus, I’ll try.
Then the phone rings; my boss on the line.
Watching your work, he called it “so fine.”
I did not believe, he said I could leave.
Full day of pay, I made the day mine!
Again, I chose the Gwawdodyn form and stuck with the theme from Writer’s Digest’s Wednesday prompt. I had a little fun with it, making up a story that I used to generically describe my office.