Noise Box

I'm sitting in cubicle row
Hearing more than I need to know
With the speaker phones loud enough
So concentrating is really tough

I don't mean to be a jerk
But how can I do my work
While everyone talks and talks and talks
In this Noise Box

With earplugs or music I'm found
Cutting back on the sense surround
Till the mobile phones start to sing
More aggravating with their own ring

I don't plan to go berserk
But how can I do my work
While everyone talks and talks and talks
In this Noise Box

How many others watching their clocks
Waiting to escape this Noise Box


Written years back in an earlier job

Dear Fear

Dear Fear, I don't want you here, but you remain near to what I hold dear, wanting me to veer. So let's make it clear - I won't let you steer my writing career. So take up the rear, while I get in gear. I'm taking charge here, though you remain near.

Inspired by Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert

The Observer

I am the Observer, the Preserver
Whether with my pens or camera lens
It all depends which takes me further
Not always surrounded by friends
Others say Don't Disturb her
It will unnerve her
The silence will better serve her
Too many signals overwhelm
Too hectic being at the helm
Easier to be the Observer
It's been rapture for me to capture
A memory of the moment
I am the Observer, the Preserver


Written a while back at Soul Spring Retreat, but recently had this trait pointed out so I'm sharing now.