"Like watching paint dry..."

The waiting is the hardest part

 

 

 

 

 

“Like watching paint dry...”

 

Layers upon layers,

flaking residue...

scraping at the inner walls of my heart,

priming the ruins of my disassembled dreams while

masking off all hope of bleeding out or bleeding on

 

“Dare I bleed in the color of missing you?”

 

Scratches filled in with crayon,

vacant hues...

only on or outside of the lines of love

Woeful stick figures dancing to a lonely song,

played by the empty roller lashed to my hand

 

“Would you dare touch my handprints....smear them?”

 

Minutes take hours to pass, but who cares,

Que Sera Sera...

the old Zenith finds Doris Day happy,

nice someone can be

stirring a smile within a gallon of semi-(g)loss

 

“Why is the sale brand in barren tones?”

 

I cringe at the thought of another moment in this position,

base boards...

bent over and touching up,

flat lining without an edge,

waiting for your touch, your tinted smile...waiting your approval

 

“Like watching paint dry...”

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

I love the thorough commitment to the metaphor - from "layers upon layers" to "flat lining without an edge..." great imagery. A flow of emotion, like a paintbrush on the wall... That's some great poetry, Jack.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Rita. Happy you enjoyed it.

[s y e]

Nice write, my friend. Very well thought out and portrayed. I loved the structure and the format of the write. I used to love Doris Day as a child, Calamity Jane was a favorite of mine! Ha! I used to always sing Que Sera Sera, to my Gran and Grandpa, I still do but now I sing a lot more song thats are in the charts. Good times. This write did bring back some memories, thanks for that.

❤ Noodle ❤

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my special friend. I appreciate you.

[Frieda P]

Very clever read this one...love the way you've painted the yearning and waiting for the true colors to bleed through. Your brush strokes are always a joy to read my friend. Muchly enjoyed this one. Que Sera Sea indeed.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my good friend. Your words are always my inspiration. What will be, will be.