The clock disserts on punctuation, syntax.
The clock's voice, thin and dry, asserts, repeats.
The clock insists: a lecturer demonstrating,
Loudly, with finger raised, when the class has gone.
But time flows through the room, light flows through the room
Like someone picking flowers, like someone whistling
Without a tune, like talk in front of a fire,
Like a woman knitting or a child snipping at paper.
Submitted by Stephen Fryer
Empty Room
Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
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Poem topics: child, fire, light, time, woman, voice, finger, class, talk, paper, room, clock, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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