Book Rec/Grass is Always Greener Poem

You may remember a few blogs ago – my first maybe – that I mentioned The Kite Runner. So, yes, it’s been a while, but I’m finally done. It’s good, but hold onto your socks because it can be intense. No worries, though, since the only particularly tough part is the last 79.24% of the book. (If you don’t know me, that statistic is supposed to be funny. If you do know me, you know that’s supposed to be funny even if it’s not.)

I just thought I’d throw The Kite Runner out there as a recommendation for those looking for a good, intense read.

I know that you haven’t seen the earlier poetry from Poems from a Cubicle, but below is the newest addition. I freely admit that the flow/rhythm sounds a bit forced, but that’s actually what it was. So, it’s really kind of fitting. Plus I will never claim to be a great poet, but I do believe there’s value in trying to express yourself through words no matter how bad it is!

“Greener Grass”

Here I sit in a fading office,
Ready to dream, yet ‘way from detail, profits.
Where can I go, where a muse is reality?
Where can I be, when a sung song sets you free?

It is not here, my heart softly speaks.
Remember once, years past on that mountain peak…
Yes, I voice. We freely sang Songs from the Loft,
And saw treasures from God ‘cross the view so soft.

Quickly I see I’m stuck in the past,
While there’s nothing that says those years were a blast.
So what can I do while I crunch mad numbers?
I’ll wake myself up from nightmarish slumber.

Now I key in business freely.
No time for drifting ‘way from veracity.
Now I sit by keyboard, creating new dreams.
Singing fresh praises for life as my heart beams.