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Quietude


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Written by Anna DeVine   
Sunday, 16 March 2008
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Quietude 





There is no way I'll ever know
Of how much time was spent
Just sitting in a waiting room
So patiently content 

While they'd discuss the 'silent me'
As if I wasn't there 
Still thinking that my quietude
Meant I was unaware

Creepy little quiet kid
Yeah that was me for sure
But when you just don't want to speak
There really is no cure

With their redundant inquiries
I'd further drift away
In thoughts of why they'd want to talk
When they had naught to say 

To daydream to an anywhere
Away from all of them
In hopes to find a treasure mind
Or some forgotten gem

'Til dancing silver music notes
Would fill the boring room
To play my sorrowed melody 
And reify my gloom 

With disenchanted spider webs
Adhering to my heart
And as a child I painted them 
As haunted purple art 

 

 



Copyright 2008 Anna DeVine
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Posted by resistanceisfreedom
2008-03-18 16:55:43
loved it

it reminds me of myself always waiting in the doctor's office before i get my allergy shots. my mind kind of drifts away and goes off into these abstract thoughts and then i hear my name and then everything comes back to reality.
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Posted by Terry Collett
2008-03-19 02:31:50
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Good poem; fine work, Anna.
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