Strings Attached
I rectify what is
Cold. Untrustworthy.
Stretched. Precarious.
Splintered.
I begin the attaching of blame.
I check the knots to make sure.
One less problem.
I am almost disappointed.
3/6/23
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Accurate depiction of office politics!
Thank you. Conflict and blame – sometimes I used to think people came to work just to enjoy these two things!
The central conceit in this poem is perfect for that feeling ones gets from reflecting on mounting grumbles and grudges. The way you’ve depicted it, it is almost like a rosary of aggravation.
I like the rosary image you mention. Sometimes I think people do count off grievances in that way, too bad so often it is in the context of a conversation and the listener is caught in the string. And I also think there are lots of people who just like reflect on what is wrong, it’s pleasant for them.
Oh I have certainly known a fair few people who revel in misery.