Bird's-eye view: Noise From The Eve.

by Natasha   Mar 12, 2013


A hallway full of people.
The chattering, the cries, speaker's howling.
Two little boys are chasing over a little girl at the garden.
Men and women all over the place, literally talking nonstop.

But wait, a lady sitting in a corner caught my eyes.
I am pretty sure she is just about my age.
With a pen in her left hand, a book on her lap,
she must be writing something. A diary, maybe?
She ignores all these people, all these noises.
I wonder what she's doing, what makes her busy?

Half an hour has passed, she is still there.
Still writing in her book, in her own world.
Nobody notices her or what is she doing.
It's like she's invisible to the world.

I have this urge to know, I want to know her.
What is she writing, what is she expressing in her book.
How does she create her own zone at this moment.
I want to flap my wings to greet her, perhaps chirp.

But wait, the lady is gone. But her book is still there;
"I see your eyes on me. Thanks for noticing."

Copyright (C) NAC. by Natasha~

*Written for Colm's 7-Day Contest: Day 1 (02.05.13)

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  • 11 years ago

    by Britt

    I really enjoyed this poems from Colm's contest and thought it was really interesting. Getting to know you a little more and our conversation yesterday gives me a little insight into your inspiration here, and it makes the poem that much more special to read :)

    You are very descriptive and I love that about this poem.. you lead the reader through a journey, into a place setting and say "look at what I see". Obviously details are missing so we get to fill in the blanks, and that helps the reader relate to it.

    "But wait, the lady is gone. But her book is still there;
    "I see your eyes on me. Thanks for noticing.""

    I LOVE this ending. It really had a wonderful closing, something I feel I struggle with. It brought the poem around to a solid end, and it was sincere. Really a beautiful poem!