"empty office" (mini-sonnet 3)
Strange the night
grows late while
just a little
here in
solitude of an
empty office
passing the
idle while
typing letters that
appear
undaunted
black on white
or whie on
black . . .
words to recite
or whisper
back to the
empty (as it's
blithely tokened)
lingering
air
grows late while
just a little
here in
solitude of an
empty office
passing the
idle while
typing letters that
appear
undaunted
black on white
or whie on
black . . .
words to recite
or whisper
back to the
empty (as it's
blithely tokened)
lingering
air
1 Comments:
This poem is (I now observe, after having written it sans thought of this specifically) "designed to be read aloud in one breath." But if a 2nd is to be taken, that can best be done at the elipsis.
(A mild "helpful authorial suggestion" this? -- more than I daresay proposed as a strict desideratum.)
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