observation #2
movingfinger
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Sitting in the library not knowing what
To do.
My feet on the table as I…
Head against the chair
Hair falling in my face.
The quiet stillness surrounds;
Engulfing silence.
A noise -
Echoing, amplified.
Bitter silence.
A winter storm,
Behind glass;
Stretching and winding -
Continuing on.
The scratch of my pen
Against the lined pad.
The woman in the corner
A book in her arms
eyes not reading—
They wander
Catch mine.
Caught.
The blue flames dance,
Wild motion
To do.
My feet on the table as I…
Head against the chair
Hair falling in my face.
The quiet stillness surrounds;
Engulfing silence.
A noise -
Echoing, amplified.
Bitter silence.
A winter storm,
Behind glass;
Stretching and winding -
Continuing on.
The scratch of my pen
Against the lined pad.
The woman in the corner
A book in her arms
eyes not reading—
They wander
Catch mine.
Caught.
The blue flames dance,
Wild motion
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
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