a day in the life

journaling a day in haiku form

bleating alarm clock
without consciousness, hit snooze
evil tormentor

stagger out of bed
a task beyond Hercules
just to pick out clothes

scrounge for some breakfast
squint at a harsh monitor
sip precious coffee

carpool rendezvous
conversation by dawn's light
anticipation

check overnight mail
yesterday's work looks foreign
these notes make no sense

burst of energy
dissipates like morning fog
I need more coffee

meetings and email
death to productivity
where did the day go?

last minute scramble
trying to finish something
seems pretty futile

car ride discussion
about what we should have done
maybe tomorrow?

exhausted at home
struggle to enjoy the kids
evening is too short

all energy spent
we veg out to a movie
sleep is all we crave

Author's Note

In retrospect, I picked a pretty depressing day to do this little exercise. In further retrospect, I'm not sure any other day would have been less depressing...

Reviews

[Mark]

"Awaiting the morn/ When, inevitably, we/ Repeat, and repeat..."
'Death to productivity", INDEED! Modern corporate life seems to be more about writing reports assigning blame than anything remotely approaching inventiveness or responsibility.
A well-crafted epitaph for what WAS the American Dream, rapidly devolving into the Ubiquitous Nightmare!
"Woke up, got out of bed/ Dragged a comb across my head/ Found my way downstairs and drank a cup/ Somebody spoke, and I went into a dream..."

[Lola Nation]

I like the "a task beyond Hercules
just to pick out clothes"