Motion Pictures

Chairs and tables changing places,
papers filled and filed,
all around motion.

My pen stays the same,
unmoved , untouched,
resembles something I wish I hadn't asked.

I can't seem to find my blueprint,
stolen? lost? gone forever?

From there to there,
my heart pumping blood,
but my soul -  the same.

Author's Note

Something I saw in my friend the other day. Let me know what you think.

Reviews

[CindyLu]

a stillness despite the ever-changing chaos of the world around us. calming, but not quite relaxing. tinged with steady impatience. intriguing :)

[MrKnowAll]

You got it. All around changes , but the hero of the poem just stands in one place, never changes.

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sounds like a limbo of sorts.. with a lead weight in the middle of the floor.
nice job.

(should there be an 'ed' at the end of your 6th line?)

[MrKnowAll]

Thanks, it is a limbo I saw. so it's really accurate of you. and I wondered weather there should be an "ed" ( not best grammar student. ). If you say so, I should add then.

Thanks for reviewing! Your comments are always strengthening my poems.