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When I'm Not There
What does my flat do
When I'm out at work all day?
Does the sunlight filtering through the dust
Charm my cheap guitar to play?
What of the hallway, long and austere,
Does it play the coquette and laugh too loud
When I'm not here?
What about the carpets
When there's no-one walking around,
Surely they conspire with the floorboards
To make some kind of sound?
The plants stand still - or seem to -
Whenever they catch my eye,
But I bet they shake and rustle
As they hear my footsteps die...
Air, shadow, silence
Is it really like that for ten hours?
The distant slam of a door,
The gradual dying of flowers?
How does my flat stand the boredom
Of waiting till I reappear?
Can the world really get on without us
When we're simply
No longer
Here?
When I'm out at work all day?
Does the sunlight filtering through the dust
Charm my cheap guitar to play?
What of the hallway, long and austere,
Does it play the coquette and laugh too loud
When I'm not here?
What about the carpets
When there's no-one walking around,
Surely they conspire with the floorboards
To make some kind of sound?
The plants stand still - or seem to -
Whenever they catch my eye,
But I bet they shake and rustle
As they hear my footsteps die...
Air, shadow, silence
Is it really like that for ten hours?
The distant slam of a door,
The gradual dying of flowers?
How does my flat stand the boredom
Of waiting till I reappear?
Can the world really get on without us
When we're simply
No longer
Here?
Published 23rd Feb 2010
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23rd Feb 2010 5:50pm
this creates a strange mysterious feeling in my mind. Makes me wonder about my own home or my car at night. Wonderfully written.
23rd Feb 2010 6:05pm
Anonymous
24th Feb 2010 3:57am
beautiful reverie that you have voiced here, and it almost effortlessly extends the notion of absence it mulls over in the last lines to the final leaving i believe,enjoyed it Astyanax!
17th Mar 2010 4:35pm
Anonymous
9th Jul 2010 3:40am
i often wonder how my house gets on when i not around-
thinking of my cat clover with an apron on serving my little dawg einstein his afternoon tea?
thinking of my cat clover with an apron on serving my little dawg einstein his afternoon tea?
26th Jul 2010 8:17am
i have to say i love it.
i think the it stands better without the last 4 lines but that's jmo.
When there's no-one walking around,
Surely they conspire with the floorboards
To make some kind of sound?
i thought the above lines superb and also;
The plants stand still - or seem to -
Whenever they catch my eye,
But I bet they shake and rustle
As they hear my footsteps die...
they evoke some fantasical scenario in the readers mind.
i love the originality. nice, refreshing.
the lightness of the piece denotes someone who's a dreamer. :) thanks for the read.
i think the it stands better without the last 4 lines but that's jmo.
When there's no-one walking around,
Surely they conspire with the floorboards
To make some kind of sound?
i thought the above lines superb and also;
The plants stand still - or seem to -
Whenever they catch my eye,
But I bet they shake and rustle
As they hear my footsteps die...
they evoke some fantasical scenario in the readers mind.
i love the originality. nice, refreshing.
the lightness of the piece denotes someone who's a dreamer. :) thanks for the read.
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