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In Quiet Rooms
by Joe CramerIn the quiet room I waited
As the soft sun streamed through
The opened window,
Warming my heart,
Warming my life.
In observed silence I wrote onward
My pen marking small sounds
On the blank pages of a blank book
That held nothing, holds everything.
In somber, smug silence
I watched and waited
Until my time began. 04/16/2005 Posted on 06/20/2006
Copyright © 2024 Joe Cramer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/24/06 at 02:23 AM Joe, I like this because I relate to the fact that sometimes getting away from the electronic monster to a quiet room inspires creativity. And in the quiet, the "blank pages of a blank book..." are the universe we have only to unfold in our minds.
~Chelle~ |
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