Found these in my summer notebook.

Boredom at its finest ;p

 

I gaze at those steady, warm brown windows

To a new beginning, a bitter ending, a sweet parting

Stop this senseless banter, I shake the very foundations of my being

Nothing else do I desire more than to belong

To the scent of the mountainside, the secure hold

The history

The mystery

Of those weathered hands

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As I await with breathless anxiety

Riveting and consuming distress

Tick tock, knock, ring a ding,

Buzzing.

They are all moving without hesitation

Following the standard rhythm of today’s agenda

I wait. I sit still. I write.

Still, the humdrum continues

I strain to hear the one sound I’ve yearned for

Nothing.

A sign of reaching out, of concern, of interest?

Bleep.

It is dead.