Wait For It.

I’ll wait for it, pray for it on my boney hands and knees,
Like a hungry beggar gasping for copper on the crowded street,
Eternal gratefulness will I give for the tasty bite of my first meal,
Luckily my legs have not got tired of my weight,

I’ll wait for it, while it crumbles beside me,
Flutters like fingers across my moist lips,
It’s the creaks in the floorboards, the cracks in the house,
The hiss of running water,

I’ll wait for it; perhaps it will blow away with the violent winds that come in June,
I’ll be left here, doomed by shortsighted eyes,
Become a withered old lady with writers block
And arthritic hands,

I’ll wait for it, maybe it will be what the cat drug in,
I’ll be the flowers in the summer and the first snowflake in the winter,
Become immortal, forever cherished,
I’ll wait for it, this love that wanders aimlessly,
Not eating, not sleeping, just being,

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

As sure as the snow falls and the
rains of summer bring relief, your love
will bring you gifts and sweets.

When he appears he will be brusk.
He will not know you at once. You must
welcome your love with open arms.
He will melt when the summer rain brings'
forth your smile.

I love your poem, you show fear. We all
are fearful of Paradise. It is such a grand
place with columns and lush furnishings and '
your love.

Rated : 100 %

----- Eagle Cruagh

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I'll wait for it, this love that wanders aimlessly,
Not eating, not sleeping, just being,
this is beautiful...i like the way you wrote it...alot of indepth imagery in this poem...wel written..

[An owl on the moon]

Your words hold such depth, in the waiting... patient or impatient, not giving up... holding on fiercely for your love to come. And you capture the elements of nature and life to explore all that holds that eternal spark.. all that endures... Powerful amazing work.