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Work may cause stress and tears of pain. Is there ever any relief?

freedom's vibrant canvas

Where job creativity's hated
We will weep and feel castrated
But after quitting
It's real and so fitting
Without bawls anymore we're elated
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Jones Avatar
March 11, 2024 at 9:21 PM
A great insightful poem with a really cool illustration!
Beaufort Avatar
March 12, 2024 at 10:58 AM
Unfortunately, I've been there a couple of times in my life. It's discouraging at the time, but we close a door and open another....the new one benefits from all previous experience.
Pandit Avatar
March 6, 2024 at 6:25 AM
There is a certain freedom work routine---when we enjoy the new chapter in life of our choosing. Thoughtful write, Duke.
Beaufort Avatar
March 6, 2024 at 4:06 PM
Vijay, you summarize it with fewer words than even I--you are remarkable. Freedom and work should go together, but they often go their separate ways. A really good boss or manager will understand the principle and accommodate workers.
Fisher Avatar
March 5, 2024 at 5:09 PM
Well said, and sadly relatable for most. This reminds me of a spring, squashed for a lifetime, but always ready to be un-sprung.
Beaufort Avatar
March 6, 2024 at 5:39 AM
David, I like the reflection you are stating since it's hopeful. We want to get out before we get crushed to death! Fortunately most of us can read the signs!
Greenhough Avatar
March 5, 2024 at 1:33 PM
Once people have possessions, they can be trapped by an occupation. It takes time, but moving into something else is always possible. Great possibilities are out there. Your limerick was thoughtful, and a picture of the future.
Beaufort Avatar
March 5, 2024 at 4:26 PM
You are very insightful Hilda. There are ways to make transitions. Sometimes they take years to work out, but we should never be deterred from our dreams. Thanks so much for being here!
Poet Avatar
March 5, 2024 at 12:47 PM
You have a keen sense of rhetoric, Duke. Your limerick vividly captures the shift from sorrow to glee, painting a picture of freedom's essence. Your words exude bravery and stamina instilling a sense of confidence. Choosing our path is truly gratifying.
Beaufort Avatar
March 5, 2024 at 4:25 PM
SP, I know you are right. It's difficult to express ideas in very few words but I try. The problem I have is that I sometimes get vectored to things unintended. I am pleased with your summary of this one as choice of a path in life is a key to success and having a sense if fulfillment. I wish that for everyone.
Andresen Avatar
March 5, 2024 at 11:09 AM
- A wonderful feeling to decide on your own time, Duke :) - Every day with a white canvas :) - Great written :) - hugs
Beaufort Avatar
March 5, 2024 at 1:23 PM
Dear Anne-Lise, yes I am feeling very blessed indeed at this time in life. It's been many years in the making. Hope you are well!!!
Lane Avatar
March 5, 2024 at 9:44 AM
Oh! How cleverly is your play on words, Duke.
Beaufort Avatar
March 5, 2024 at 10:28 AM
Lin, I originally was working with the idea of elation and thinking of suitable rhyming words. I have been feeling so much better after quitting a job that became oppressive. I am actually a bit startled at how good I actually feel as a result. I am so very pleased this one caught your fancy!
Rodgers Avatar
March 5, 2024 at 7:30 AM
Hello Duke, your poem is filled with the raw truth of breaking free from suffocating constraints. The journey from tears to elation beautifully captures the essence of reclaiming freedom. Your words inspire resilience and courage in me. This powerful piece my friend. - Blessings, Daniel
Beaufort Avatar
March 5, 2024 at 1:22 PM
Daniel, you are most kind. I am really lucky to have made it to this ecstatic state of mind. I seems oddly unfamiliar as it was only encountered a few times in life. Now I have some wonderful glow and good feeling inside of me in my heart and head. I wish I could convert it to a drug and sell it to the mental health community, but that seems asking for too much.
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