Twenty past ...A Poem by clishmaclaverA recent experience
Previous Version This is a previous version of Twenty past .... Almost six and still not come,but He'll be by, for sure. Every movement, every noise, Magnified a hundredfold.
Looking, gazing, tapping, twitching, Pretending to concentrate nonchalantly On that all- important cryptic clue. Laughter,coughing, loud neighbourly banter, Creating a barrier to his approach.
Clink of dishes,clash of cutlery, signal shutters Descending on the working day.
Too late, the mind says, but the inner voice Overrules it.
Quiet.
Twenty minutes past the hour, Mother would always say. That, or twenty to.
Dejection looms, hope hangs by a thread. Another day in bed.
Clip clop. Busy busy clip clop. Door flies open, flourish of flapping white, Smile on doctors face, I'm going home!
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Added on June 24, 2010Last Updated on June 28, 2010 AuthorclishmaclaverBrisbane, AustraliaAboutRetired. Enjoying rebirth into this wonderful world where I have learned more over the last two years than I thought possible. Recently started reading poetry after an absence of forty years. Very .. more.. |