The Waiting Room
A Poem By Timothy // 1/22/2008
Quiet boredom cloaked in silence
Here no nervous tension, no sudden drama
Only colored pebbles pushed by young fingers
While many eyes peruse, page by page
Old editions, as if finding great interest
In the outdated print, only pausing to cast
Surreptitious glances at fellow bookworms, who
Knowing full well, obligingly return the favor, causing
One to wonder why they do not tear their eyes from
Their entrancing reading and stare fully at each other
And so make the most of the situation

Comments
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I love it Timothy!
yeah...
Been there, done that. :) Good job.
question
I enjoyed it as well, but I don't understand the colored pebbles part. What do you mean?
i liked how this was
i liked how this was written
especially the line-
Old editions, as if finding great interest
In the outdated print
-so true.
I was thinking of those
I was thinking of those roller coaster type games they always have, where the kids push the shapes around the track.
Lovely
What a lovely poem. I like the writing...the way it flows. I also like the way you chose to use almost no punctuation. :-) It's very good!
Wow. That describes waiting
Wow. That describes waiting rooms perfectly.
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That last line
It echoes on for awhile after the poem finishes--along with the image of people staring fully at each other in a waiting room. It brings a smile to my face, but it is also a little eerie to imagine. Great poem!
:o)
I like when you said 'Their entrancing reading and stare fully at each other/And so make the most of the situation.....
Good job!
~eMiLy~
Thanks for the feedback,
Thanks for the feedback, everyone. :)