NaPoWriMo 8

Wow! Two posts in two days and I’m a mere 16 poems behind! Can he do it? Will he do it? Has the world of blogging ever been so pre-occupied with this question? Unlikely.  Still, I will do what I can to catch up.  Today it was about grabbing opportunity whilst it presented itself.  I’ve mentioned before that I go to many meetings.  To be fair, many of the are very important and their purpose is to ensure the ongoing success of the organisation that employs and pays me, so I can pay my bills, support my children etc.  But sometimes, a conjunction of thoughts, environment, how I’m feeling and in this case terrible coffee; provide me with the impetus.

 

Corporate coffee cups

 

Tepid coffee.

Bitter as acorns.

From the lips of men

To the lips of cups.

Liquid dries into stain,

marking the meeting’s measure.

Desiccating discussion.

Sugared spoons slowly

Sticking themselves to saucers.

 

Corporate coffee cups.

Hiding enervating refreshment.

I have suffered less tedium than you.

Stained and wearied

your clinking

a manacle reminder

of our joint chain gang.

We share our exit

only leaving when we break.