David Wood

Gold Star - 12,215 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

Waiting By The Window - Poem by David Wood

I waited by the window
My breath making a smoky haze
A pensive gaze the gate was open
I am but a caged bird waiting
The crooked path empty alone
Waiting for somebody to come
It leaves a sinister space
Leaves forming a golden carpet
Rustle

I waited by the window
Staring, looking over and over
But everything is still, quiet
I am waiting for her kiss
I am waiting for her footsteps
But all I have are my dreams

Topic(s) of this poem: love, love and loss, love and pain

Form: Free Verse


Poet's Notes about The Poem

For many the difficulty in losing somebody can be seen as they wait by their window looking for their loved one to walk back down the path to their door, I know the feeling well.

Comments about Waiting By The Window by David Wood

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (9/23/2015 6:45:00 AM)


    Your feeling is deeply embedded in your heart. The expectation as you wait by the window is a fulfilling thought to drown the empty feeling. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 17, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, September 18, 2015


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