National Poetry Month

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It’s National Poetry Month again, so time for me to do my part, and subject the public to my middling poesy.

I chose to write an Anaphora, which uses repetition of words or phrases, often in the style of a chorus or an anthem.

(Actually, I got the idea from this cool site called The Journal, which has tons of prompts for writers).

This is a refrain that goes through my head some mornings. Though—when I fleshed it out on paper—it took a turn for the absurd and the dramatic.  It is in no way a reflection of how I feel about my job.  It’s more about the loss of leisure time and pleasurable things, like sleep.

Here We Go to Work Again

Here we go to work again,

Dethroned from slumber’s diadem,

Throw on some clothes I chose last night,

A hurried meal, a staggered flight.

 

Here we go to work again,

But first the local coffee den,

To get a dose of rocket fuel,

And slake the day’s commuting gruel.

 

Here we go to work again,

As routine as it’s always been,

A quick smoke before the train pulls up,

Then all aboard with coffee cups.

 

Here we go to work again,

We lonely soldiers, countrymen,

A train car filled with silent screams,

Of life’s injustice, stolen dreams.

 

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