Pigeonholed

or; Only remembered

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Writhing, twisting,
contorted and pretzeled
accordioned into my
pigeonhole.

Once upon a time I was a man -
now I'm a hollow shell,
a quiet memory of
"what's-his-name" and
"who's his face" -
I changed to try and find myself
but lost my identity.

I fit the mold
(my pigeonhole)
because, in the end,
I'm not present -
only remembered.







© 2006 Braeden Jones
poetry
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Reply #2 from JoeUser Forums Top
Hopefully this is not autobiographical right? If you're feeling this way after your job change Braeden time to go elsewhere. This will dappen your spirit too much!

OK, preaching over, I liked it though. It was pretty insightful in the description and how the person is feeling.
Ashes of the Singularity II
Reply #3 from JoeUser Forums Top
Hopefully this is not autobiographical right?


Nope. Not usually . . . there's always a sense of autobiography in a poem, but I really do love my job. Thanks for the words of support, though, Donna.

Heavens above, very inward looking!


Thanks, Jenny.
Reply #4 from JoeUser Forums Top
Nope.


but I really do love my job.


Good! I'm glad!


Not usually . . . there's always a sense of autobiography in a poem


You know, you're right in a sense!


Thanks for the words of support, though, Donna.


You're welcome!
Reply #5 from JoeUser Forums Top
Huh...wonder how I missed this....

Good writing, if rather sad...and I must admit, I don't hear the term "pigeonhole" very often.   

~Zoo
Reply #6 from JoeUser Forums Top
I must admit, I don't hear the term "pigeonhole" very often.


You know it, man! Thanks.
Reply #7 from JoeUser Forums Top
Nice writing, mate. I can't stand the idea of being pigeonholed, yet I spend most of my working week confined to a cubicle, surrounded by other cubicles. Did your new job as a bank johnny inspire this poem?
Reply #8 from JoeUser Forums Top
Did your new job as a bank johnny inspire this poem?


Inspire it, yes. Is this my job? No. But I did write this sucker in a white heat on a lunch break one day . . .