Waiting Room

This was an experiment that occurred while in my Comm Ethics class way back in college. I just looked around and wrote down things as I saw them every other line. I then went back and filled in everything else in an attempt to form it into something coh

Random writings on a chalkboard,

Masking the man

In a green and white jacket

Drinking his warm, sweet, creamy coffee.

Faces glow under gentle recessed lighting.

Some say "Laughter soothes the soul."

She stares at the blank, bleached parchment

In front of her. Her sunsoaked hair

Shines ethereally, contrasting with the

Battered brown briefcase by her feet.

The swishing sound of plastic pants

Creates a wonderful wall of white noise

Almost blinding to the ear,

Blocking coherence, causing chaos.

A checkerboard floor marks the hallways,

She sits alone...

 

Isolated from reality, like a bum

Alone at the bus stop, Waiting...

Mental images flashing like

Stock cars crashing into the wall in Turn Four.

The mind becomes stretched taut as a guitar string,

Poised to snap upon awakening

Every morning. To write,

OR not to write is a question

Because it's unthinkable to be here.

Fettered minds break their shackles and

Fly by night to worlds not yet seen,

Grab the commuter train to imagination

Clickety-clack on steel rails.

Over and over agian,

Lulling to sense of comfort so that reality

Bears no weight on the matter.

"Please come in, it's warmer in here,"

To no one in particular.

She sits alone...

 

Praying for rain because

Water washes away, makes new.

Blurred eyes focus on empty corners,

Pens streak their blood onto paper

As memory is committed to the record,

Drains all but the will to live,

Watching faceless ones shuffle

Through their existence.

Candles burn until they go out,

Some brighter than others.

Harsh shafts of sunlight,

Criss-cross the face of indecision,

She sits alone...

Waiting for something, someone...

To step up and complete her. 

Author's Note

This piece is more about imagery and an overall feeling than a central theme. The connections being only a device to use more description and to evoke emotion.

Reviews

[KJVollaro]

Interesting...I think I've read this one before though. Imagery is quite good, nice use of simile as well.