Preface: Wrote this after having met W.H. News and reading his 'Stone | Rain' Poetry book.
Power was out for six hours, with few other prospects of entertaining myself I tried to emulate W.H. News style of writing poetry.
Anyways got bored of that, then I saw an article about this site in an old Newspaper. I thought it was a neat idea and decided to post this here.
The power of the room rests un-flowing
Still, objects of the room stay un-moving
symbols of haphazard change
Hats, hung half-askew readied to doff, don walls
Piles of paper litter the floor, forgotten
formulas as written, part unmemorized
Outside, the rain patter brush against the wall
flows, becoming less than hush
Books play mountains to chanced dust motes
There lie no newspapers, stacked away
blue boxed, to be recycled, retold
fleeting, forgotten once again