Eileen Manassian Poet Quatrain

Sitting In My Office

Sitting in my office
Papers scattered everywhere
Mid-term tests to type up
I've lost the heart to care

Sitting in my office
Reading some sweet rhyme
Wanting to write my own
But I'm so pressed for time

Sitting in my office
Typing fervently
No set theme in my mind
Just sharing part of me

Sitting in my office
Wish I could amaze
My words are all so...dead
Because I'm in a daze

Sitting in my office
Hoping my muse will bring
A dreamy gift of words
That makes hearts dance and sing

Sitting in my office
I let out a heavy sigh
Time to pack up and go
For now this is goodbye

Eileen Manassian

I know....Sometimes you just want to do anything but what you are supposed to do. You just want to give in your obsession to write....to taste and experience and live and breathe and live and live and live...and you're stuck in your office with deadlines looming over your head...wishing you were writing poetry tucked up cozy in your bed! :(

I'm in a crazy mood. See you all in a few hours when I'm rested. It's been a long day. Tomorrow is every longer.

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Liam Mcdaid November 27, 2014 at 11:41 AM writing can become a passion eileen smiling nice reading from you bless you

Timothy Hicks November 25, 2014 at 10:20 PM Glad to see you posting again Eileen! Even if you're writing about your lack of writing... lol. Your physical body is in a place and time, mundane and ordinary - yet your soul is somewhere else, making magic happen... I know the feeling. Great to read this!

Arthur Vaso November 25, 2014 at 9:18 PM Poetry and bed? My you are a naughty one!!!!!! I have to rate this 14, 7 for poetry, 7 for bed !!!!! :) Hugs

Justin Bordner November 25, 2014 at 9:17 PM I've always liked how you share your soul, with world's toll and love beyond control, creating passion from every droll and dreamy day Eileen...J.A.B.

Demetrios Trifiatis November 25, 2014 at 8:15 AM Reading your first verse I realize how lucky I am now that I have not to do it anymore, especially in Greece where students are the most impolite and disrespectful. In Canada and England was different though! Eileen, my dear, the Muse is coming when least expected and on her own terms. I am certain that great poetry is in store for you, not disregarded this one that includes feelings of frustration! Well done! Eileen Manassian November 25, 2014 at 10:59 AM Yes, my dear poet. I long for the day when I can stay home...write...and tend to my home responsibilities. Yesterday was so tiring...as was today. :(Thank you for visiting me, my dear poet. You are a sweet reprieve. Filakia.

Terrell Martin November 25, 2014 at 8:05 AM WOW - I so totally relate to this poem and your predicament. Excellent write Eileen. Keep 'em coming. Terry Eileen Manassian November 25, 2014 at 11:00 AM Oh! Thanks, Terry. I try. I just want to run away....be somewhere close to the water...writing my heart out! At 47....I still have a long way to go before retirement. I love teaching, but correcting essays and comprehensive exams can be a little tiring.

Paul Callus November 24, 2014 at 4:36 PM Eileen...when I was young I lived in a windmill and spent days on my grandfather's farm...it was like heaven. When I had to go to senior school, all I did in class was dream of running barefooted in the fields...climb rubble walls...This is what your poem brings back to mind. Then I hated school! Who would have thought that later in life I would teach for more than 30 years?! // paul Paul Callus November 25, 2014 at 2:44 PM Hi Eileen....I know that your students love and admire you; there must be a good reason for that:) Eileen Manassian November 25, 2014 at 12:56 PM :) Thank you or sharing this part of your life with me. I can imagine it all....What a lovely childhood. My childhood was a sweet one as well. Mine was spent swimming from morn to night. In summer we hardly wore clothes...just swimsuits. :) Fruit trees...every fruit you can think of kept us filled up. Oh...I'm off the topic now. Yes, I can sense that you would be a great teacher, Paul. I sure would have loved to be in your class.

Faye Gibson November 24, 2014 at 2:37 PM Ahh, yes, if we could just find the time to get that hidden heart feeling/inspiration into words. When I am unable to write for various reasons, i just hope that kernel of inspiration is in there swelling and maturing until the day I can let it out. Love this, Eileen. Eileen Manassian November 25, 2014 at 12:56 PM What an lovely post, Faye. Thank you so much for visiting my work and for this encouraging post. I appreciate it! Hugs! :)

Tim Smith November 24, 2014 at 12:27 PM The procrastination is a sign of brilliance and you have that Eileen.... Hugs Tim Eileen Manassian November 25, 2014 at 1:00 PM Lovely, comment, my dear. Hope my students don't get to read this and tell me about it! ;) Hugs

Ken Carroll November 24, 2014 at 11:27 AM Awesome slice of life write Eileen! Eileen Manassian November 25, 2014 at 1:02 PM Thanks, Ken. Slice of life it was! :)

Dr. Upma A. Sharma November 24, 2014 at 9:50 AM Great thoughts Eileen! It so happens wid me too at workplace! Wonderfully penned my poetry queen! Eileen Manassian November 25, 2014 at 1:03 PM Poetry Queen! What a lovely title, my dear Dr Upma. So so sweet of you. Love you!!! Hugs

Richard Lamoureux November 24, 2014 at 9:35 AM This gave me a chuckle, I sometimes have poems pop in my head at work and jot down a few words so that I don't forget the inspiration. Eileen Manassian November 25, 2014 at 1:03 PM I can just imagine that, Richard. I need to read more of your poems so....keep jotting.

Charmaine Chircop November 24, 2014 at 8:50 AM Eileen I wish I could be writing all the time..but yes duty and obligations call sweety,but tomorrow shall pass too,and you ll find the time for you.A lovely post,picturing you there.: ) Eileen Manassian November 25, 2014 at 1:01 PM Thanks, sweetie....Yes. Today has passed, but I was so frustrated. The copy machine wasn't working and I had to photocopy the tests in another office and....GRRRRRRRR...anyway! It's over and now I can relax. Hugs to you, dear!