observation #2

movingfinger
movingfinger Posts: 117
edited June 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
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
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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
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  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    I could easily visualize a picture of this encounter in my head! That was wonderful! :) I like how a virtually mundane day in the library ended in stangers locking gazes, blue flames and wild motion--very cool! :) I feel your poetry and that's why I like it!
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen

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