Saturday, August 3, 2013

Elevator


They look for their number
in their half-awake slumber,
not wanting to chat
about this or that.
Each one a stranger,
fearful of danger,
their eyes dart about;
as they wait to get out.
Finally the elevator opens wide
they come and go, moving aside,
never looking upon any faces,
fearful perhaps,
of what hides in dark places.

Poem by: McGuffy Ann Morris
Picture by: Photobucket

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55 comments:

  1. Love that poem. And it is so true. Take care and have a great day.

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    1. Thank you, Marg. I appreciate your thoughts. Take care.

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  2. Gosh that was gripping! It got me from the first lines and it's so true. Isn't it a weird old feeling when riding in a lift!

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    1. Thanks, Jess. Human nature can be awkward.

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  3. It does seem to apply in many instances. Occasionally even to me. One is usually (or should be) cautious.

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    1. Exactly. Being enclosed with strangers can be unnerving.

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  4. Yes, it is true. Can be scary to know what lies behind the masks.

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  5. This is wonderful! You really captured the fear human beings often have of each other in such places. Great job!

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    1. Lisa, I appreciate this very much. Thanks!

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  6. yup, almost never making eye contact. :)

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  7. It only takes one to break the ice then and I notice that it happens when a little kid is in tow. I try to smile at a friendly looking face.
    But it's true what your poem says. Each man for himself and no one make eye contact.

    Hugs,
    JB

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    1. It is possible, but often it just is an awkward even uncomfortable situation.

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  8. Poems!

    I wonder why I can't make one.

    Not my gift, I suppose ;o)

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  9. Now this one was easy to understand and so very true. I've watched people do the funniest things so they don't have to engage anyone else in the elevator. Makes me smile.

    Have a terrific day. :)

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    1. yes, elevators create a unique environment.

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  10. This was very, very good! I love the words, I love the rhyme, it played so well in my head as I read it!

    I ride the elevator up nine floors and down several times each day at work. The mood can be so different each time, depending on who is confined in the box with me. Many look at their feet, as if there is some sort of privacy code. I got weary of that and try to share a bit of greeting or conversation, and little by little we begin to know each other as we pass in coming and going each day.

    Yesterday, a group of men I've seen before were with me and getting off on Floor #5. They noted that I pushed #9. One said "I've seen a lot of people going to the ninth floor, what's up there?" Feeling playful I said, "I can't tell you, it's a secret." That made them smile. In truth, it is the only floor with a coffee room that anyone can access, so we have a lot of visitors on our floor. :-)

    I could see this poem talking about issues far deeper than the very literal elevator passengers and stops too. As with all of your writing, there are many layers to explore. Such an awesome contribution to Two Shoes Tuesday, thank you for making time to share with us this week! <3

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    1. There are many layers here, open for interpretation and possible personalization.

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  11. You captured "elevator emotion" quite well! It's why i so often avoid them and take the stairs if i can (also for the exercise).

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    1. Stairs are difficult, if there are too many. However, I have been in many elevators.

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  12. great poem. why is it that elevators are that way? A strange place, and everyone acts so awkward.

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  13. Yes ... seems like most everyone becomes an introvert when in an elevator. Lovely poem, Annie!

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  14. That's exactly how I feel when i'm in the elevator. Great poem!
    : )

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  15. Did you just write this for the prompt or was the prompt just perfect for this poem. How do you do that ... it is worth noting that every person, including myself, has probably had those kinds of thoughts in an elevator ... very insightful and, as always, good.

    Andrea

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    1. Thanks. I try to write so people can relate.

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  16. great piece of poetry...a slice of everyone's life...Seems to have made the political news. We can all get nervous. My favorite is the Empire State Building...that one really moves...

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    1. Thank you. I think most of us can relate.

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  17. Excellent. True. And just the right amount of time to spend in that most dangerous of places: a tiny moving room.

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  18. Dark places never really lose their fearsomeness, do they?

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  19. as i was reading the lines i could not help thinking of an uncanny scene of an elevator with not so friendly souls suddenly coming to a halt because of a power failure................. enjoyed your words. :-D.

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  20. McGufy Ann,

    I felt quite creepy reading this poem, as it is all so realistic!! An exact account of an uncomfortable time, trapped with strangers...

    Eileen

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  21. smiles...def nice rhyming...and how funny too that we do travel so close to so many and yet never really connect with them....even in closed spaces like elevators

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    1. Exactly, Brian. Interesting, I think.

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  22. It always does seem odd to me, too, how people dont acknowledge each other when they're crammed in so close together......each of us trying to be invisible.

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    1. I agree. It is interesting. Thanks, Sherry.

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  23. well I wasn't afraid of elevators before, but now I'm not so sure. Dark corners and each with a secret.

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  24. wonderful..I like the end. Fearful of the dark in small places and also, I suppose of what hides in the dark in ourselves. What if they should put themselves "out there", what if they should offer greeting and not be greeted in return?

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  25. This reminds me of being in a crowded subway with total strangers, avoiding looking at each other, fear of intrusion, closeness? It seems to be human nature to act this way in small, constrictive spaces, like an elevator. Very interesting observation on human behavior, well done :)

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  26. I like your rhymes.and a fascinating poem on our practiced alienation from others.

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  27. Nice. You really captured the moment well.

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  28. The creepiest elevators to ride in are in the hospital...there are so many undercurrents traveling about that small confining space. This was so neat!

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