The Searcher

The hostilities of this day
collate into a hand brushing
the yellowed faces of another
book. Some other thing screams
in the window. The world drifts
toward the window, an eye
surrounding the glass.
But there are words here
gathered across yellowed stares.
Words here, and spaces
where a voice once emanated
above meanings. But the hand
thumbs another page before
closing. The world huddles within
glass, waiting for meaning to be
invited, watches the reader, a dimming
feature in the lamp light’s glow.


Written for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt and for Twiglet #185.

5 thoughts on “The Searcher

  1. What an amazing piece! I especially love your four last lines as they seem so apt for today. Thank you so much for joining in.
    “The world huddles within
    glass, waiting for meaning to be
    invited, watches the reader, a dimming
    feature in the lamp light’s glow.”

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