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.
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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.
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Oh dear…with all that weariness…maybe not.
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Oh this is intriguing………a great hook, makes one wonder what comes next. Very cool.
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Thanks, Sherry!
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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!
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Thanks, Izy! My pleasure.
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the moon? Hmmm somehow I don’t think so . I’m curious.
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Me too!
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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.
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Thanks, Toni! I like this prompt very much.
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Ominous … though it sounds as if she would welcome it.
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Yes, the weariness does suggest that.
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