I'm nearly alone in this big building
which houses more than a thousand.
I ran into a few when I made my way in this morning.
Nobody's come by my despacho since then.
The phone's been silent.
It is a still life except for my fingers typing.
– Leonard Blumfeld
Written upon inspiration by Sunday Scribblings' Nearly.
Note
Things ain't as bad as the above makes them sound. I suppressed a few people encounters for enhanced effect. This is what you call poetic license.
My daily e-mail horoscope told me that romantic change is impending today. Can't wait.
Does that horoscope apply to all capricorns?
which houses more than a thousand.
I ran into a few when I made my way in this morning.
Nobody's come by my despacho since then.
The phone's been silent.
It is a still life except for my fingers typing.
– Leonard Blumfeld
Written upon inspiration by Sunday Scribblings' Nearly.
Note
Things ain't as bad as the above makes them sound. I suppressed a few people encounters for enhanced effect. This is what you call poetic license.
My daily e-mail horoscope told me that romantic change is impending today. Can't wait.
Does that horoscope apply to all capricorns?
I can picture you there..and I wonder if 999 other people in the building are typing away behind their doors..I hope it really isn't too bad..'Hello' from another 'still-life' albeit in a smaller building but quietly typing away..Jae
ReplyDeleteYou are very, very good. VERY good with words and imagery. I like!
ReplyDeleteI love those unexpected moments of solitude or near solitude. Poetically "enhancing" their occurrence is not only perfectly acceptable but, these overcrowded days, almost mandatory. Well done.
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks for stopping by the eggs.