Watching, Waiting … Waiting Still

by Richard Stephen

blue succumbs to numbing gray
beads of rain on cold glass play
bide his time her lover will
watching, waiting …
waiting still

frigid winds cry and moan
spirits fall so long alone
fending off winter’s chill
watching, waiting …
waiting still

window fogs with bated breath
glancing ever right and left
elbows pressed on window sill
watching, waiting …
waiting still

clock ticks echo off barren walls
silence sounds in empty halls
relentless time demands its fill
watching, waiting …
waiting still

darkness falls as shadows grow
out of the gloom falls new snow
of this cup he’s had his fill
watching, waiting …
waiting still

then the sound held most dear
his lover’s footsteps drawing near
a sweet embrace revives his will
no longer watching …
nor waiting still

Category: By the Poetic Fool, Romance | 4 comments

  • jenn says:

    I was wondering if u write from ur life, or from others or happenings that aren’t yours?

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    poeticfool Reply:

    Hi, Jenn! Thanks for visiting my blog. To answer your question, all of them. I write from my personal experiences, I write completely fictional pieces and I write a blend, fictional pieces inspired by real life events. I hope that answers your question. Your visits here and on HubPages are very much appreciated. It’s nice to know that someone is actually reading what I write. Thanks again!

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  • Beautifully expressed and I was waiting and watching as I read every line to see what would happen, great write.

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    poeticfool Reply:

    Thank you, Nithya! It’s nice to see some of my oldest poems still getting read from time to time. That one is still one of my favorites and I’m thrilled to hear you liked it. Thanks for reading!

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