Waiting Poem by David Wood

Waiting

Rating: 5.0


Standing on my front step
Leaning against the door frame
I wait with frozen hands for -
The post man.

The streets stray cat sits on
Number eighteen’s window ledge
Licking its cold body after
Last night’s supper of rodents.

Smoke rises from tall chimneys
Standing to attention in monotonous rows.

Cars drive down the street going
To work in the factories only to wait
In cold car parks for their owners return.

Today I am waiting for a letter,
Its journey across the country
Being unassumingly ordinary.

Minutes tick by as the world turns
I clench my fists then rub my hands.
The clock bends time slowly at first
As I wait and wait and wait.

Time slowly dripping off the wall clock
Eating into the day. Time marching on.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wonder how much of our lives we spend waiting for something or somebody.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Nice poem, I enjoyed the mystery in this poem as you waiting for the postmen, nice poem.

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Ruby Mostazir 12 May 2013

very very depressing moment i can totally feel da situation! nice i love dis.......

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Valerie Dohren 12 May 2013

It seems to me that we spend our lives waiting, for one thing or another. Very well penned as always David.

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Dave Walker 12 May 2013

I really love this and it's so true. We are a nation of waiters. And the post is always late.

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Paul Brookes 12 May 2013

Yeah it can seem like time stands still when your waiting for the post Good write BB : O)

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Patti Masterman 15 May 2013

I like the last lines of the poem about time. They are such a strong ending. Time is the stern benefactor of our days, you seem to be saying at the conclusion. Great stuff.

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 13 May 2013

A nice poem waiting obviously it is time related /Sometime we enjoye the waiting though its boring sometime we wait for unwanted / for me waiting is disgusting/Time slowly dripping off the wall clock, Eating into the day. Time marching on. what a beautiful line then last but two and one perfection well penned

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If no waiting in our life, what is there to enjoy. David wood..Nice poem

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Shahzia Batool 13 May 2013

Yes, you are right we spend time in waiting but we do not waste time in most of the cases, as waiting is that abstract action while performing it we do so many things! ! !

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Joan Smith 13 May 2013

Life is but a waiting game unfortunately but this guy does seem to capture the feeling right

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