Anna Garland


In The Waiting Room - Poem by Anna Garland

Sitting on a plastic chair
in the waiting room
sucking the tip of my pen
it's almost
there
now

People
are coming
and going or coming
I can tell
beneath their clothes
phones are buzzing
and buzzing people
have something to say
As I stay
thinking about
texting you to ask
when you are coming
to this side
of the
ocean

but I don't
because I
have to wait
for a long
time
anyway

Sitting on this
plastic chair
staring at the door
wide open
if only
I could
meet someone
new


Comments about In The Waiting Room by Anna Garland

  • Gold Star - 16,082 Points Mandolyn ... (7/23/2014 5:31:00 PM)

    i really liked this- the format works well too
    not a glitch when reading....

    'to ask when you are coming to this side of the ocean :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 23, 2014


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