only a passing thought. poetry? i don't know.

a passing thought


assume, just for the sake of argument,

you get sacked—


the nine-to-six daily grind

of unruly classes, officious bosses—


what will you do but saunter in the alleys

of your dead dreams, soaked

under the neon lights of lasting loneliness?


your desk is neat and orderly,

your lectures feed your hungry 

and unfeeling family.


no one seems to be bothered,

except for the occasional frowning

of the contours of your father’s face.


from one classroom to another, you wander—

floating on a wave of delicious drowsiness,

imagining the most august poetic openings.


but wait, for the sake of argument, 

let’s assume you get sacked—


what will you then write about—

and with what unease and foreboding?

Poetry by bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-09-25 at 13:06

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Rob Graber
Definitely poetry, in my book! I like especially the bracketing of the text by the unsettling assumption of losing one's livelihood.
2020-10-19 Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Well, I don't feel the best placed to say what is and what isn't poetry, but when it comes to your writing, it's very clear to see that it's poetry :) You're evidently an artist! So many beautiful lines in these musings. I get around to thinking about what we write about... also the unease of change should it come as described in your lines. I guess we would adapt to the new way, and once settled in, we'd be writing about that? Interesting ponderings, and as always, marvellous writing, merci.

Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
May all "passing thoughts" be as elegant and as well-phrased as this one. I am attracted mightily to the stanza that speaks of sauntering in the alleys of dead dreams, and I recall with a smile the hours I spend "imagining august poetic openings"!

Thank you for sharing this poem.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
The backdrop probably would change, but the "unease and foreboding" would not.

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
If you figure out what poetry is, please let me know. You said you wanted to write good lines, you certainly have. Lines like:

under the neon lights of lasting loneliness?"

"floating on a wave of delicious drowsiness,"

make the mundane world of alleys and ordered desks more than they are. Maybe that's poetry.