The clock disserts on punctuation, syntax. <br />The clock's voice, thin and dry, asserts, repeats. <br />The clock insists: a lecturer demonstrating, <br />Loudly, with finger raised, when the class has gone. <br /> <br />But time flows through the room, light flows through the room <br />Like someone picking flowers, like someone whistling <br />Without a tune, like talk in front of a fire, <br />Like a woman knitting or a child snipping at paper. <br /> <br /> <br />Submitted by Stephen Fryer<br /><br />Arthur Seymour John Tessimond<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/empty-room/
