This Room Sits

The room with a view

Architecture and politics

Looks down

Upon the minions

of a city

Now, the noise has gone

Except, for the dripping

Tap

That soft inflection

…voices

Drinkers after work

This room sits

Innocent

But a witness

To the whispers of lies

To the weeping of tears

Fractured trust

All in the envelope

of a day

Yet, by tomorrow…forgiven

If not forgotten

But for now…Here

…reconciled

In this warm evening air

Perhaps, a lesson

To be learned

In the ambiguity of Time and Place

Thatcher Doran

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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