I didn't fit in with any of those groups. My happy-go-lucky, "just chill out everything will get done when I get everything done" personality didn't fit in with the corporate scheme of things. Go figure. During my cubicle life, I wrote quite a bit of poetry. One piece was born out of my frustration and ire for the cubicle life. Wanna read it? Here it is:
- Inspiration: In New Orleans we lived across from a natural levee which bordered the Mississippi River and the Industrial Canal. From atop the levee you could see the Downtown skyscrapers, housing corporate offices and various high rise hotels. One evening as the sun was setting on the Mississippi I looked over at those buildings and the setting sun glistening on them and thought, "How beautiful; too bad it doesn't look like this from the inside."
City Skyline
Looking out across the Mississippi I can see the Downtown skyline
The sun glistening on the glass and iron making the buildings shine
My spirit, though, cannot be warmed by the sun's glow as I peer that way
A cold glare is all I see because over there, darkness covers the light of day
Visions of white men, black women, latino wives and asian husbands
Clawing and scratching through corporate America's raging torrents
For the prize they all stretch and empty themselves of all their fiber
Trampling over bodies, just another obstacle, like a rock climber
Scrapping and growling, marking territory to stake their claim
On the prowl, ready to pounce all for the sake of making a name
The city skyline sitting on the Mississippi, quietly it howls
The roar of the corporate machine pounding up from it's bowels
Souls of the forgotten ones go about haunting the elevators and halls
Where they're boxed in cubes, hidden from the sun and fed in stalls
Corporations etch the skyline, making a few rich, the major, tho, just exist
The lure of security traps them in cubes like a hamster in a cage, what a twist
Hamsters learning to be content with running but getting no place
Unless you're willing to play their game of "hide your true face"
The sun sets on the city skyline like a brush painting it orange and then grey
Sleep now little hamsters, you'll need your strength for another corporate day
(c) Tammy Walker-Thomas 2003
That's all for today. Take baby steps to the dream.
Peace be the journey,
Tammy
This is Brenda from ETSY. http://www.etsy.com/people/BrendaNery?ref=si_pr
ReplyDeleteTotally Beautiful. I enjoyed reading this. Thank you for sharing.
I enjoyed getting to know you better through your insights on the coporate world and beyond. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteTammy, it is a good thing that you left the cooperate world as you have many other talents, and writing is most certainly one of them. Great work like this should be published for "all" to enjoy. I thank you for giving me the opportunity to read it and also to get to know you through your writing as well.
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P.S. I never would have made it in the cooperate world for even a year! Every flicker of joy and/or happiness in me would have been squashed out by then.
Nicely said, Tammy!
ReplyDeleteI quit my "real job" in 2000 to pursue my own art and business and it was the best move ever, now that I look back. I wish you much luck in your adventure!
Cindy
Tammy,
ReplyDeleteVery nice poem. Well written, and easy to find a nice rhythm with.
I'm glad you're following your dream. I hope some day you look back and know it was the best move you've ever mad for yourself.
I look forward to reading more...
David
Wonderful Tammy! Things that are held deep in our hearts are there for a reason. We have been given gifts that can't be contained! I'm so glad you felt that tugging at your heart and have the opportunity to follow your dream!
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your heart!
Dina
I really like "City Skyline" and the way you described the corporate machine! It is heartening to know there are others out there that value freedom and creativity more!!
ReplyDeleteThank you,
Elizabeth