Waiting Poem by Medusa Waves

Waiting



I stood there waiting by the old brown door
I looked at the ceiling then onto the floor
I stared at the door
-stared at the knob
waiting for step
waiting for a knock
I heard a slight tap
to the door, I did see
opened the door, to see t'was only a trap
was only a twig, from the old willow tree
my heart sank low
my mind went slow
I stood for a moment, silly of me,
felt the cool air blow through my hair
slow did i turn, heading on home
His eyes caught my eyes, he had been right there

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Efrem Thiwet 30 July 2009

Wow! what a beautiful poem is this. i can't find enough words to express it, but enough feeling. In the first paragraphs my mind and heart inflated with positive love affairs. as soon as i know it was a leaf from a tree, the inflated ballon burst out with frustration. soon with in minutes my heart healed. thanks a lot for making me feel both up and down at the same time. keep writing! Efrem

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