A Good Question

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fridayam
fridayam
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"Is he in, out or indifferent?"
She meant her boss, of course, but
it made me wonder
which I was. I mean
I want to be in (who doesn't?) but
how far in is too far?
Do you notice the growing lack of air
and space and light?
Are you aware of drying up and
slowly suffocating?

Out isn't just not in, oh no:
I could be out of it (have been),
on my way out,
out of the loop, my
tiny mind or
to lunch, and
I'm often on a limb,
standing or rageous, but fear
being cold and
dread being left.

Pursuing all these ins and outs leaves
little room for indifference: I will give it my
full attention when I'm
dead.

fridayam
fridayam
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7 Comments
Maria2394Maria2394about 13 years ago
I have no

constructive crit, just wanted you to know I enjoyed your poem. The title is terrific and fits perfectly with the content :)

~ maria

vrosej10vrosej10about 13 years ago
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Well written but didn't do it for me but judging by the other opinions this is me.

UnderYourSpellUnderYourSpellabout 13 years ago
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well who would have thought a poem could be written about in and out? very clever I applaud you

AngelineAngelineabout 13 years ago
Excellent

you find a point and expand and expand on it and from it the poem is born. It's glib but also true though I'm not sure how much I like those last few lines. But they do set the rest of the poem in a proper persepctive so I guess they belong there. :-)

buttersbuttersabout 13 years ago
the further it progresses, the drier it grows

Out isn't just not in, oh no:

I could be out of it (have been),

on my way out,

out of the loop, my

tiny mind or

to lunch, and

I'm often on a limb,

standing or rageous, but fear

being cold and

dread being left.

clever little word games that scurry around inside the head, gnawing, rat-like....

of course this is a knock '-' 5!

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