Anticipation's Anthem

 

Trembling I wait

beneath a streetlamp, hazed

by the soft dew of dusk

drowning me in half-lit shadows,

tormenting the essence of the night,

 

leaning against the cold stone

of a building built before I was born,

watching the faces of people passing

searching for signs of you in their eyes.

 

This meeting I’ve felt in my bones,

an aching that has spread so far through me

that my blood is acidic, eating away

at the courage I spent so long nurturing.

 

I battle with your words in my head,

wandering beyond the brightness

tapped away like a child popping balloons,

until the only things I can really remember

are the ones that I wouldn’t care if I forgot…

 

and then you’re there, walking toward me,

meeting my eyes with that same smooth stare

that I imagined so many times, swooning,

over the brightness in your off-kilter smile,

 

until I’m pressing down my skirt,

straightening my shirt, smoothing my hair,

trying to remember the last time I

checked if my lipstick was on perfectly…

 

You reach out your hand, and I watch

as your fingers unfold, a flower blooming

beneath the stars and amidst the city’s voice,

and I reach for you, slowly, holding my breath,

 

“It’s nice to meet you…”

 

finally

 

finally

Author's Note

Sometimes anticipation seems to get the best of us all...

Reviews

[Love Struck]

That was an awsome write. Finally is right!

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A poem that needs to be put to the test, methinks. lol.

I'm curious about the fourth verse though, something about it seems a little contradictory to the rest of the piece, or maybe it's just the last line.

But overall, it's the same old story - fantastic imagery and amazing choice in use of language. You're getting to be quite the prolific poet! =)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

You create a scene like out of an old black and white film when romance and intrigue were genuine... this is truly magnificent in just so many ways... there is certainly nothing like the anticipation and i could feel the heart racing and palms sweating as I read this. I'm giving you a big round of applause and a Oscar for this sensational scene you created.

[Don Coorough]

Boy can you let go with feelings amid imagination - hope and tragedy in the same breath, you take me on magic carpet rides to thoughts I've not encountered! I very much enjoyed this. = EllisD

[Gandré]

You are anticipating him with confidence of fulfillment.....always very lyrical writing..... I adore your innocence in poetry.... here you try to express that excitement of meeting your beloved who is far away and how his memory remains to you a kind of held breath.....your wishful thinking as a lyric path was wonderful. truly fantastic.

[bluessadmood]

i had to come ,i fell in love with this writing so romantic.....
oh i see her standing there in the cold, face flushed heart throbs,oh its like a little school girl who has known love the first time ,she has repaired for it ,in clothes and took care of her looks ,yes she stood there under the cold sky leaning on walls concrete chilly walls,bones were freezing,but she will wait ,oh yes she will for her life is about to begin ,she would look at the city life and strife ,but she was never there,she was waiting for him to show,she was all confidence but everything around made her lose her courage,and then he shows, that dreamy looks she always wanted to see ,and made last few efforts to repair her skirts and looks and soul ,and lips she never tended for before ,and then the reach out of hands ,and a blossom fell from beneath the sky telling the world a new love was born ,and a new life has just blossomed,and with all the city noise she fights with her tongue to say at last with shaking lips,,,Its nice to meet you..yes finally she made it ,what wonderful making out of scene like in a play, this could be done only by a master ,wonderful work

[bluessadmood]

My God i could almost see you there standing in the cold ,trembling as dusk nearing ,i could even feel the cold blocks on the wall of that building ,being there long before you re born waiting,i could see you wait and aching,shaking courage you spent so long nurturing and then he is there ,with that soft stare you always imagined ,you were off balance ,not so sure trying to straighten your hair your skirts,your soul,so agitated at seeing him,and never forgot got to check the lip stick,that you never tended for before,but this is special,and he reach out his hand ,a flower blooming from under the stars,for its time ,and among the city,you hardly find your voice....glad to meet you ,oh what a lovely scene,this is kind of short drama...i have read for great writers scenes like this you are a great talent my friend,you give me great delight reading you,i just loved every word ,i think i will come again i have lots more to say ,this all the other writing you do inspire me,much more than youthink

[John M. Hammond]

The scene you set in this work is so authentic. I love the way you created the crescendo toward the end and I even felt a sudden sense of release, as if I had been holding my breath, then reprieve. Awesome work!