Until the Room is Quiet Once More

Auroraboros Free-Verse Poetry February 15, 2019

I will
Wait
Until the sound has made
Its mark upon this stage
Until the clock has left
Its mark upon this face
Until the room
Is quiet
Once more

Was once we did create
When the hour was growing late
When the day began
To waste away
Now we only lay
Lay
To waste

No false
False hope
Always heard the words
Behind the notes
Should’ve been listening
To the highs
To the lows

Published by Auroraboros

Author of prose and poetry at http://objectsanddistance.com Find me on Instagram @auroraboros View all posts by Auroraboros

Published February 15, 2019

Sadje says:

February 16, 2019 at 1:34 am

I like your poem.

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1. Auroraboros says:
  
  February 22, 2019 at 5:34 pm
  
  🙂 Thank you, Sadje.
  
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  1. Sadje says:
    
    February 22, 2019 at 7:04 pm
    
    You’re welcome.
    
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AdnamaMarais.wordpress.com says:

February 16, 2019 at 5:34 am

Like your use of good words.

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1. Auroraboros says:
  
  February 22, 2019 at 5:36 pm
  
  Thank you, Adnama. I enjoy working with a varied vocabulary. It is fun to play with the different nuances of words. 🙂
  
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  1. AdnamaMarais.wordpress.com says:
    
    February 22, 2019 at 7:11 pm
    
    Oh, yes. I agree. 🙂
    
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