Jacquie StewartHeimann


Anatomy of a Meeting


Voices drone in monotones
Chairs creak and people sigh
Pens scratch, papers rustle
Some stare at the sky

Low coughs, throats cleared
Sketches and doodles drawn
Questions asked, empty facts
Time drags on and on

Quiet murmurs, bad jokes told
Low chuckles and some groans
Hidden yawns, nodding heads
When can we go home

Someone voices a new idea
Sparks of interest light
A new energy fills the room
The group it does excite

Discussions start, people join
Participation abounds
Interactions, animation
We're now a lively crowd

Ideas fly around the room
The meeting overruns
Reluctantly we all adjourn
And exit one by one

Submitted: Monday, March 04, 2013
Edited: Monday, March 04, 2013

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