Silent. Study.

Silent.
Silent. Study.
Silent. Study. Area.
Silent. Study. Books.
Lots.
Thousands.

Gentle whir. Computers in a row. Hum of electricity.
Hum of silent study. Tap of keyboard.
IspaceAMspaceSITTINGspaceINspaceSILENCEfullstop
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Fast tap. Fast tap.
Tap. Enter.

Mice. Click. Click. Scroll. Roll. Roll.

Blinds drawn. Sun illuminated.
Clatter of mouse dropped.

Silent librarian. Silent book. Silent whir of fans above.
Silent whisper. Silent laugh. Silent scream. Silent time. Ticking on clock.

Rattle of silent printer warming up. Silent warm sheets buzzing with ink.

Silent students. Looking for silent hum of free computer.
Silent sitting and reading about loud wars. Reading about unrequited love.
Silent. Reading egotistical scholar voicing loud thoughts.

Silent.

Silent.

My silent chair sliding back. My silent bag packed. My silent walk to the door.


I AM BACK.

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hmmm... this poem irritated me, but in a good way! ha. It reminded me of the terrible noise of "silence" that one comes across in a library and such. Those sounds make me anxious and I can't sit still for long, so I think this poem did a pretty good job portraying the feeling that I, at least, get from sitting in a library like that. I would, however, probably remove the "I AM BACK" line at the end. It seems a little bit out of place to me. Perhaps replace it with a more subtle, relieving description to that affect.



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