Monday, December 6, 2010

Eleventh and Main

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Half past noon…
Quarter to nine…
Fifteen to four…
Something’s not right…
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Can’t stop running
While spinning in bed
Heart is jumping
Thoughts spur in my head

I ran to the corner
And briefly stood
Half past noon
Then sat on a hood

Quarter to nine
It slowly turned
I waited and bated
Though never deterred

Fifteen to forever
As I waited in haste
I sat there and stared
So impatient, a waste

Waiting and waiting
At Eleventh and Main
The moment kept coming
But never came

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6 comments:

  1. I hate when that happens. Funny but frustrating.

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  2. Nice writing, I enjoyed reading. :-)

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  3. love the way you capture the anxiousness of the moment! fiveloaf from poets united here haha!

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  4. Interesting poem. I liked the way you've described the emotions that happen when you wait for someone.

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