I wait and I wait.
All my life I waited, gave up
Waited some more.
In train and bus depots
I sat patiently
Awaiting you.
There was this nagging itch
Inside gnawing at me
I knew there was more
But I couldn’t find it
put my finger on it.
It took sixty years
I’d long given up
Long thought of my foolish dream
As nothing more than idleness.
I stand before him
Dumbstruck.
He is here.
I’m the foolish girl with foolish ideas
Mumbling, bumbling a greeting
Stammering my way through conversation
Unable to look him in the eye
I stand mute.
I feel my hand held
My lips caressed
A hand rests on my cheek.
I’m enfolded into him
His strength energises me
Fear so long a constant companion
Seeps away with each passing second.
His voice enthrals me
I breathe deeply
Sinking willingly into him.
Written for: http://dversepoets.com/2016/02/25/me-myself-and-i-or-is-it-dverse-meeting-the-bar/
Oh how beautiful Michael! Wow – breath-taking ….. I love the flow as it sweeps so smoothly …
I stand before him
Dumbstruck.
He is here.
I’m the foolish girl with foolish ideas
Mumbling, bumbling a greeting
Stammering my way through conversation
Unable to look him in the eye
I stand mute.
I feel my hand held
My lips caressed……
You can feel the slight tension in the nervousness and the words …. so simple …. as in the real time moments …. and it is truly generous … this unfolding.
Captivating Michael 😀
Thank you Pat, its how I respond today, some days my mind surprises me with where it takes me but today must have been a day to get this notion out….thanks again for your generous comment.
🙂
surprises are good (well, in some cases – I’m not a huge fan of them generally) – and as the mood and momentum strikes …. so shall it be 😉
I know where its all coming from I’m surprised how it forces its way out…..
well … you know …. that’s the thing about “truths” …. eventually they will have their way …. and find the light …. sometimes in gentle fashion …. in other moments …. in red-hot lava eruption ….. and as long as, after the fact …. you are “OK” …. then, it can be a very cathartic process
oh by the way …. wonderful image you used with your piece 🙂
Thank you so much Pat…..I’m awaiting your comment on my fairy tale from yesterday….I thought I did ok……your learned opinion I await….
okay …. heading off to read … as for learned opinion …. LOL …. hardly …. just my thoughts …. no more or less …. offered in honesty and friendship 🙂
I shall awaited your ‘learned thoughts’ honestly given….
I’m laughing in great delight …. if you could see the sheer delight in childlike innocence touched with adult appreciation …. you would be well chuffed … and rightfully so 😉
I can imagine…..good to find words can do that to you…..
😀 we accept our pleasures where we can 😉
So great that you wrote from the feminine perspective, Michael. I find that such a good exercise for us, both as writers and as poets. My 2nd novel is written from a male POV. I think most of us can relate to the waiting aspects of this…after all, don’t we spend so much of our lives waiting for “something?” Often that which we can’t even name.
Thank you Victoria, it was a good prompt to write to. I’m lucky to ‘possess’ a female muse who pops her head up every so often.
Definitely good to have the balance.
Yes indeed….have a good weekend…
“It took sixty years
I’d long given up” … glad it wasn’t too late. Also glad I didn’t have to wait that long, though I did wait a long time. Very nice
Thank you Debi, have a good weekend…
I love that you took a female persona…so interesting to switch genders like that. I think I would have given up too though.
Thank you, life is always about hope….sometimes it works out for you…
I love a happy ending! So glad she never gave up, even after sixty years, to find her true love, again. And the best feeling ever, is an enveloping hug. Wonderful!
Thank you so much, I appreciate you stopping by. Yes those enveloping hugs are just the ticket..
Yes, they are, and like you said, you can feel the fears seeping away.
Beautiful.
Thank you De..
So wonderful you wrote from the feminine persona. Waiting sixty years and finally….I so enjoy a happy ending. It is never too late for that caress. Most enjoyable read.
Thank you so much, life is full of hope, some things are worth hanging on to…
yes, they truly are.
I hear true, conditional love is well worth the wait. I’m sure her nagging itching and gnawing feeling, along with her fear and shyness will fall away. Beautiful. And of course I cried.
Oops, that should be true unconditional love! That’s what happens at 2:00 am.
Thought you were up late.
I’ve heard the same rumour about unconditional love, I’ll let you know if I ever get to realise it…..sorry to invoke a tear or two but I guess a response is always what I like to see.
I cry too easy these days I guess. Yes, please let me know about unconditional love. I’m sure it must exist somewhere. Or at least I hope it does.
Well we all live in hope. I once tried to practice it on a woman who only thought in conditions.
I guess unconditional love given freely to someone with conditions did not work out well for you.
No. Look where I am today…
I meant to phrase that different. Just too tired today: “I guess unconditional love given freely to someone with conditions did not work out well for you.” should read:
Giving freely of your own unconditional love must have been hard when she gave love only with conditions. Sorry. Hope you find the person who loves you as unconditionally and as you love her. There that sounds a bit more like what I mean to say! 🙂
And, you quick devil you, you answered my response while I was trying to correct it. How far away is Australia? And, you turned out just fine, 🙂
Australia is just beyond the horizon…..you think I’m ok……if only you could see what I can see…lol
Oh dear, guess I’m just gazing/grazing the surface then. Are you seeing clearly? Remember, some times our visions of ourselves aren’t 20/20.
I like the way you have taken on a female persona. The poem really touched a chord!
Thank you so much Kim, I think its good as a writer to know when a reader is touched by something you have written. Thank you for saying that.
Your poem took my breath away 🙂
Beautifully penned.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Thank you Sanaa each time you write such beautiful comments on my work. I greatly appreciate it.
This is beautiful, Michael!
Thank you Joy. Sometimes my heart just takes over and when it does, what can I do.
Write beautiful poems just like this one! 🙂
Love how it came out.. To write from the opposite sex can be such a challenge – and so said the women always have to wait…
Thank you so much Bjorn.
a beautiful tale of waiting and not giving up
Thank you Candy I appreciate you stopping by.
I’m reminded it is never too late; when it does happen it’s when one least expects it…another trite way to say ‘no one is going to come knocking at your door”…nicely written.
Thanks Kathy, and yes that is so true.
This is reminiscent of a scene from a movie. I like that she is relieved of her insecurities in the end. A beautiful moment.
Thank you. I appreciate you stopping by.
I found your poem wonderfully supple and sexy. (!)
Thank you so much, yes I am lucky I can make my words appear that way, thanks for picking up on them….have a good day…
Love waiting.. Love finding
Love Living
Finding Love
inside Living..
Love finding.. Love waiting..:)
Don’t we all. Thanks for your comment.
SMiLes.. My friend..:)