Conference Room, Five O'clock

Three conversations. Eight water bottles. Two cans of Pepsi. One triple espresso.
Thirteen screens.
One conference call.

A slow rotation of bathroom breaks.
Pacing.
Yawns.

Six people talking, three people checking their phones, four people staring into space.
One person working.

A cell phone rings. Two people leave.
A pen falls to the floor.

One person returns.

A call to order. Four conversations peter out.
Twelve people listen.
A speech.

Fidgeting.

The speech ends. The projector turns off. Twelve laptops close.
Bustling.
Chatting.

Six chords unplugged.
One coffee cup, two soda cans, three pieces of paper thrown away.
Thirteen backpacks zipped.
Four light switches flipped.

Five conversations fade away.

Silence.



Poetry by Kaede
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Written on 2014-09-04 at 21:25

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Morgan Cellohead
Perfect. I can hardly fathom someone creating a better description of exactly this, which by definition is a little impossible, but I'm saying that this is perfect.
2014-09-05



Many times have I sat in meeting precisely as you describe, think...'if only I could sneak of of here!'

Enjoyed.
2014-09-05


Nick Matherne
I like the abrupt style. It really conveys the sense of curt tension of conference rooms. It feels much like my Music History classroom actually. haha. Good sense of feeling and good imagery. :-)
2014-09-05



Oh yes. A perfect description!
2014-09-05


Rob Graber
Makes the reader glad not to have been there... Well done!
2014-09-04