124: NaPoWriMo Day 2: The light hits...

The light hits the walls
as instantly as the turning of eyeballs;
the murmurs subsided, as some ended their chitchats in hushed tones
while a few swiftly silenced and put away their phones,
and most leaned back and shifted in their seats for a comfier fit,
expecting to be enthralled, hypnotised and hit
by sentimental sights and songs as soon as the opening credits rolled in.

Though we fall somewhere in between
anticipating too much or expecting little to nothing,
it warms me that against all odds, by the end, we would all have in common one thing:
that for a moment in time we'll all have surrendered ourselves to be mesmerised in a shared secluded space
that we have, for whatever reason scheduled in our busy lives, to grace.

🎭

via Spill the Ink Poetry Lab

#2017inkedwallsday02 #2017inkedwallsprompt02

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Prompt:

In 14 lines, describe your unusual Sunday. Begin with “The light hits...” BONUS: Include an encounter with an old flame. #2017inkedwallsprompt02