Today, we are attempting the ode in the style of Pablo Neruda, the Nobel prize-winning Chilean poet who developed his own style of ode, dedicated to the mundane, the ordinary, the everyday.
My mundanity is something most of us have to contend with, and yet I think we kind of love it, even if it doesn’t make us happy all of the time…
I hope you enjoy my offering…
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– Down the rabbit hole –
You drive me to achieve what I would fail to do myself – in the morning you hustle and chivvy me along to the rhythm of my beating heart – ‘Don’t be late, don’t be late’ you cry as if you were Alice’s white rabbit brought to life – every mechanical, clinking, clanking cog working harmoniously to save my from myself, from the terror of missed trains and the ire of irate colleagues – and yet my love for your dependability turns sour in an instant when I forget to silence you at weekends. O alarm clock – are you my master or are your hands in mine, when all is said – and done?