Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – “Waiting for . . . ”  (posted by Izy)
Write a poem about waiting, but don’t tell us what you are waiting for in the poem.

Evening wears on,
soon full night
will be upon us,
she thinks. Weariness
wrinkles her brow,
sallows her skin.
Somehow she knows
her wait is over.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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12 Responses to Waiting

  1. Vivian Zems says:

    Hmmm- I hope it’s something nice😊

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  2. Vivian Zems says:

    Oh dear…with all that weariness…maybe not.


  3. Oh this is intriguing………a great hook, makes one wonder what comes next. Very cool.


  4. isadoragruye says:

    I am just amazed at how you have created a full character in so few words. Just in how you describe her thoughts and emotions. So well done and thanks for posting!


  5. the moon? Hmmm somehow I don’t think so . I’m curious.


  6. kanzensakura says:

    Excellent the wait you did this in so few lines. I wonder what she is Waiting fir? Someone to die, to be born, to be told she had gotten the job? So many things to ponder.


  7. Ominous … though it sounds as if she would welcome it.


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