An Afternoon Interlude
An Afternoon Interlude.
It is a quiet afternoon, with the quiet burr of a furiously rotating overhead fan...
This office is empty, fellow workers are all off their posts for their lunch...
There is a bright glare from the sunlight outside, and oppresive heat threatens...
It is another very hot day, the scorching sun heating up every air atom..
To dull the monotony of the office atmosphere whilst in this overbearing heat...
I quickly snatch a quick browse through this poetry site, there is much to read..
Energised and rightly inspired , I hasten to draft some timely lines of prose..
For spontaneity is cause for haste, lest creative lines are withered like a rose...
In the quiet of this deserted office, my little taps on the keyboard is loud indeed...
The endless whir of the overhead fan is a musical score to the words I seek...
My time is short, it does not bode well if I am caught dealing in some banalities..
After all, this is an office, not some cozy private cubicle to do as I please...
So I have to be brief, I cannot be too picky with words to post this short interlude..
After all, as I have set my mind to it, it is best I do what I had set out to do..
So thank you and sincere gratitude to all readers, and fans if there are any...
This is merely a short office interlude, a writing to maintain my productivity...
Copyright © Keng Chuan Seng | Year Posted 2016
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