Poem -
Time
From poor design Comes Wasted space, Someone's breath, Ancient oxygen Clings to dust In nook and cranny, Scattered, Behind walls,
Under floors
I lower myself in, Little sips of oxygen, A mental image, Potential room Unfinished. Someone's name,
Graffiti, Plastic bottle, Dated 2008
I visit these empty places on a regular basis, Rooms that witness very few faces, once touched by sunlight NowΒ lay in darkness, Wasted
When I die, when we die
Will the dusty floors ever see light?
How long does steel take to decay?
How long does concrete take to disintegrate?
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I work in maintenance in a big building that has a lot of these places and I feel privileged that I get to visit them, these hidden rooms behind lovely white walls, the office staff don't see these dusty forgotten places but there I am, standing inside, between walls and floors, just standing in the grey, inhaling time.
Dude!!...I LOVE the softness....the observant nature of this write!!......the idea that you get to see the hidden intervals.......the grooves!!.......and then it makes me think......you know......EVERYTHING is ENERGY!!.....EVERYTHING!!......and energy is immortal.....it never dies throughout time.....it simply changes its form......so somewhere down the line.......once again....you'll find yourself there....."just standing in the grey, inhaling time" and thinking to yourself......somehow I feel like I've been here before!!........PINNED!!.......awesome poetic observations going on within this piece!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo ?β΄β€
I feel at home, comfortable in places like these, they conceal me from the outside and offer solace, protection, I can be myself, these rooms are masks for me and I enjoy just being There.
Thank you so much Tony for your comments and clarification to what I was trying to say, you read me like a book and that to gives me comfort.
Hello Gerard...
Sounds very mysterious...
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
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Thank you sparrow, yes, very mysterious places I do stumble upon. That's what I love about my job.
Love and light.
Gerard, such splendorΒ in this epic write
Thank you so much Lisa.