The Meeting


I wrote the following poem while waiting for a meeting to begin. I was entertaining myself and this was the result….

White walls
Louder than the conversation

Guests all
Speak of professional degradation

Pointless words
Wondering eyes
Talk of agency compromise

Delegated by my boss
Thinking to miss
Would be no loss

Yet, here I sit.
I’m listening
And thinking
there must be something missing….

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About Kat Reed

I am many things: a wife, a mother, an employee, and a student (CSUB). I write as a hobby and dream of owning a small bookstore with a selection of rare collectible books I will never have the heart to sell, shelves of new and used books, big comfy chairs so my patrons can relax with a cup of coffee or hot tea from the small coffee bar... in the window will be a sign that reads: "The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books" - H.W. Longfellow. Until then, I will continue to write and dream.... View all posts by Kat Reed

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