Distractions

Distractions

 

Digital #’s in red tocked the seconds away,

each, a forced click whilst the noisy fans blew.

The cleaning man made his way aimlessly,

from table to endless table,

wiping and washing,

oblivious to the gentlemen carrying on their jovial morning chit-chat nearby.

Invisible me…

sitting aside,

some distance,

enjoying the morning’s coffee on my lipstick-stained mug.

There’s a binder full of……..

forget-me-knots?

How long was the distraction?

An hour,

perhaps?

Now on to day 3…….

Such is the ending-never clock,

singeing blinking white numbers to the electronic burn on my face.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' Such is the ending-never clock, - singeing blinking white numbers to the electronic burn on my face. '

How many would admit or even be aware they spend time oblivious to the world - and worst still, to Self aside of those eternal forget.me.knots?

Few truly know or in many cases, WANT to know other people's distractions - especially if hidden by smiles.. Or alternatively, those smugly called 'childish' tears that aren't permitted except for the chosen few..

'Returned to these four plus years ago thoughts and emotions, knowing more than the average bear. You've touched places filled to the brim with thought hidden yet open for the use of.. You know how to hug and care. A human trait not found in those who throw daggers cos it's easier and quicker to do. Leaving hugs wrapped in smiles. The past had its moments, didn't i!!

[Periac]

indeed a wonderful piece ....a strange turn from our conversation though

[Periac]

and in the background plays "where everyone knows your name"
except as you sit in this moment your are alone...
a break from the hustle and bustle....God our mind is such a playground!