Tiffanie Lein - Room

Alone in tune with the whitewashed room
Grainy beats from the air conditioner
Reverberate and hang in the air they loom
White noise drowns her thoughts and every other.

Calm and fitting, when is juxtaposed
To her wild head thoughts that imagine
Yet tries she does, stay true and composed
Quell this revving of the engine.

Warm and bothered admist the cool
From walking along out in the heat.
Searching, finding, like a fool
Getting this room was such a feat.

Befriends the clock that hangs on the wall,
Telling her stories as time ticks by;
But tick it can, and that is all,
Yet but a companion so very fly.

She guessed, this poem is getting long
So she writes to wrap up this last stanza.
Maybe later she'll burst into a song,
Or even start to draw some manga.

24Jan08

Tiffanie Lein

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