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That noise,
why were there bees in the meeting room,
I hadn’t noticed any earlier,
I couldn’t see one
but the subtle drone was persistent,
motions pending, views, visions,
targets to be reached,
all the signs were there
I was on the cusp of a coma,
I drifted off,
departing this dry land of monotony
I mentally drew a caim
and withdrew to my inner sanctuary
where my real work is done.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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This is acfantastic take on the word.
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Thank you for sharing those encouraging words.
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You are welcome
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🙂
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Quite painfully true!
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Drives me mad some days : thank you.
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lol all the rest are mere distractions … so grateful that I don’t have to endure meetings anymore … what do they actually achieve?
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Well, I’ve thought about that 🙂 they achieve so much, like: consumption of time, delaying of decisions, delaying of process, obfuscation, confusion, anger, missing the actual point, arguing, misappropriation, promotion of the incompetent, nepotism …
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and that’s just the tip of the iceberg … you got it!
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😉
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reminds me of meetings that had no productivity, just going on and all the words seem meaningless. I usually scribble when I find myself disconnecting. good to retreat into a place where your mind can be active tough the body feels otherwise.
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Yes, it is so good to retreat. I usually start constructing poems in my head.
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interesting. a truly highly creative process.
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Well it beats the other for sure. Thank you Gina.
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I know this feeling, oh to be free to write 👍🏻😁
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I’m with that, most of the rest is grind.
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Sounds like the most productive outcome of any meeting!
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Lol, it sure has been, thank you.
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Ha, ha, the dreaded meeting! Now I work for myself there are no more. Whoopee! You catch the drift into ‘drifting off’ beautifully. 🙂
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Thank you Chris – I like your circumstance 🙂
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Ah, the drone of voices buzzing in the mist of boredom. I remember it well.
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Perhaps it becomes etched on the brain. Ugh.
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Ugh is right, lol.
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🙂
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Oh yeah, Paul! So true as sad too. Vaaaaacccaaaannncccyyyy! 🙂 Maybe sometimes a short break will solve too. Michael
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Yes, sometimes a short break is really helpful. Thank you Michael 🙂
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:-))
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Beautiful and so true – the bliss of withdrawing inward
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Yes, that real treasure, thank you Lyn
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks Charles 🙂
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❤
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Thank you charlotte
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This absolutely resonates with me! Fantastic piece!
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Thank you for the encouraging words and the compliment. 🙂
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Thank you so much for doing that and your encouraging words.
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