A Brief Moment In Time

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I travelled in Germany for a couple weeks...and spent a few days in Frankfurt. While there, I visited the house where Johann Wolfgang Gothe lived. In that house was a room where he wrote many of his works, including the famous 'Faust'.

While there, I found myself in sheer awe of the history behind where I was, especially as an amateur writer.

That experience inspired this poem.
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A Brief Moment In Time

A single spot
A stain of ink
From so many years ago

A brief moment in time
Neglected by so great a master
As a single drop spills from his quill

Was it a pensive moment?
Was it flung from a frantic dash for more ink?
A moment of inspiration?
Of Genius?

Now, hundreds of years later...

I find myself fascinated with such a spot, among so many others
Where hundreds of hours were spent writing
Works which I could only dream to aspire.

Of those hours, a mere moment holds me in awe...

A single spot
A stain of ink
From so many years ago

Did he even notice, I wonder?