waiting on the other side
my angel waits patiently
neither complaining of doing nothing
nor withering away over time
she’s played this game before
and pretends that I don’t see her
standing silent like a lampstand
wherever did she take them
those como se dice ‘yesterdays’
when all we did was our own thing
disappearing for years on end
barely carrying a pulse and not caring
what tomorrow would bring
how could I never fully comprehend
my angel is my lady luck
smiling at me from afar
and whispering sweet promises
only I would understand
teetering on the outer edge
how I wish she was with me now
contemplating nothing
march two thousand fifteen
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Beautiful post !!
Thank you, Leyla.
Your poems are gorgeous and often heart touching.
Have you ever read one or some of them in the place where the poetry had a connection with the event. Or maybe on the quiet beach or while you walked along the busy road or any thing?
Thank you my friend – I am touched by your words. And yes, I’ve done what you have described many times and it is a wonderful feeling.
I did it too, sometimes. It gave deeper feeling than when we read them in front of audience. I usually read the poem out loud in the silent woods or against the rattling branches blown by the heavy wind blows. It is so nice.
indeed those are special moments my friend
This is seriously the sweetest thing ever. The third stanza is my fave.
Thanks so much, Shawna!