Workday Blues

Written one workday morning a few weeks back….the words say it all.

The poem entitled "Workday Blues" reads: "Dancing shadows on the window, as the morning sun streams in to an otherwise work-depressed office. 'Your salary is the bribe they pay you to forget your dreams.' Alas... I need the bribe. Passions don't pay bills. Dreams can’t buy food. Back to work…. Go to sleep, Little writer. Go to sleep. Perhaps time will be kinder Later in the day (or night)."

This one is in graphic form because I’ve finally joined Instagram ( I’ve done a few other poems in graphic form too, and hope to post those in a while.

I’m relatively new to the concept of putting my words into visuals, so please let me know what you think. And if you’re on Instagram, come visit me.

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