Richard Millar


Waiting - Poem by Richard Millar

Every day,
at exactly
two-o-clock
the boy
on
the bike
comes bye-
He never stops...
Just pedals past-
Mudguards rattling.
The boy
on
the bike.
Does he see me?
Should I wave?
If I lift my hand,
Will he see
I'm blind?

Topic(s) of this poem: waiting

Form: Blues Sonnet


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Close your eyes to see.

Comments about Waiting by Richard Millar

  • Simone Inez Harriman (11/22/2015 4:33:00 AM)


    Very powerful images in few words. That which have left me in deep reflection....10 (Report) Reply

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  • Kelly Kurt (11/1/2015 11:43:00 AM)


    All senses play a part. Thanks, Richard (Report) Reply

  • Fabrizio Frosini (11/1/2015 8:39:00 AM)


    ''Close your eyes to see''

    Thanks for sharing your nice poem and also the poignant note, Richard
    Be blessed
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  • Rohit Singh (11/1/2015 3:47:00 AM)


    seems like you took inspiration for this poem from a real life incident. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 1, 2015



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