Frustrating
imagery for a frustrating day, accompanying "Serene" poem
Driving in traffic and racing against time
any moment the clock will hit nine
its finally your turn to move off
but it turns red and leaves you mouthing off
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Walking along already pretty steamed
you turned the corner and quickly screamed
a cyclist drove into you with his face aghast
and you shout: “Why you going f***ing fast!”
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You're dressed to impress and filled with stress
as you walk to your interview confident and with high hope
a bus flies by on your left and makes a mess
you feel the universe is laughing to provoke
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You’re changed and walk up to reception
with a smile, ready to start your career
you’re greeted and told you’re wrong in your perception
the interviews were yesterday, and you weren’t here
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If you think this is too much frustration, check out the accompanying poem for some calm
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Mohammed Darasi
I write fiction, poetry and occasional articles about interesting topics. I recently created a website (just because) which I will be posting my writing in (among other things). it would be great if you check it out. https://mindpit.co.uk/
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Comments (5)
My jaw literally dropped at the ending. Imagine going through all that just to find out the interview was yesterday!
Great piece, Mohammed! This was so stressful and reminded me of an interview I went to when we first moved to NYC. I had practiced the train schedule the day before, but the day of the interview, the train was running on a different track. It was pouring rain, and my umbrella kept turning inside out. The hem on the leg of my pants just decided it was done and unfurled, so I stopped and bought tape to fix it. Somehow I made it to the interview on time, soaking wet. As I left the interview, I had a string of tape dragging off the back of my pants like a streamer. lol! I just relived that moment through this piece. I did get the job, despite the chaos. Is this a true story for you? I hope not! I have to go read your Serene piece to grab some peace:)
Oh man! How frustrating! Beautifully written.
A frustrating day, indeed! Well done, Mohammed!
This poem is a reminder that even when we're prepared for the worst, things can still go wrong."