poet Philippa Lane

Philippa Lane



It seems I have been waiting
for most of my life,
for something.

And now two years
before I become
a septuagenarian

I can see back to those
waiting times, wanting
something miraculous

To happen -
It never did.

I stood on life's platform
suitcase in hand
ready to leave
But the train was always late,
or never came
at all.
Just a chug-chug
In the distance
driving me mad.

So I stayed.


Now here I am
weary of waiting,
All worn out.

But I can leave
now if I want to,
it just means

more waiting with
bated breath and

For I can choose
joy and beauty
to surround me
like a cashmere shawl,
soft and seducing,

Every day of my life,
I try to remember
NOW is all we have.

And now
a little older,
if not wiser,

I sing along in jubilation.


(August 18th 2008)
(Senneville, Quebec, Canada)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 18, 2008
Poem Edited: Friday, August 22, 2008

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Comments about Waiting by Philippa Lane

  • Emancipation Planz (8/18/2008 2:57:00 AM)

    .. and I am waiting for Wolfey to rate my po'um...
    .. BTW (like your progress Philippa) ... is Senneville close to Senileville... like 2 years? ?

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