Writer #2 (second stanza – of 2)

Writer #2

Am I the world’s only person
To attain the conclusion
That there’s a differentiation
Between something for which one is drilled
And that in which one is fulfilled;
Between labouring at what one loathes,
And realizing what one loves;
That the former subsidises the latter,
Till the latter becomes the corpus,
And the former superfluous –
Though it’s a crime to be lettered
In these harsher times?

© Copyright RC Clermont 2017

 

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Writer #2 (stanza #1)

WRITER #2

Wiping a circle in the condensation
To view a drab morning in Autumn
From one’s sombre studio salon,
One revives the aspiration
Of the literary recognition
To relieve oneself of the obligation
To travail as an automaton
In the lower ranks of one’s profession
In the perpetual delusion
That one will earn the distinction
Of other people’s expectations,
That one has achieved one’s vocation.

© Copyright RC Clermont 2017

Self

Self

Life in the fast lane;

defective product. Bin it;

Write, Live, Love, Escape

 

© Copyright RC Clermont 2015

From: ‘Reflections 3‘.  (available at Amazon; part of the ‘Reflections‘ series of haiku verse).