Author: anon
Image: Anticipation on the Quiet (here)
dreaming in the heat
of late afternoon
clinging against hope
clasping for strength
her beauty only for him
yearnings lost in time
up against gathering storms
building up
bidding for a good omen
clinging against hope
clasping for strength
her beauty only for him
yearnings lost in time
up against gathering storms
building up
bidding for a good omen
a sign of awakening
an offering nonetheless
she with bated breath
looking up to Heaven's norms
seeking into the distance
faithfully prying
waiting with listless quiet
anticipating
rise and come back to me!
Carrie's Sunday Muse #169
I like her and I like your poem!
ReplyDelete"Yearnings lost in time"....I see that too! Wonderful poem Hank!!
ReplyDeleteLove this poem, Hank!
ReplyDeleteOh, I remember my young girl yearning days. You've captured it so well.
ReplyDeleteExactly as I was at 16!!
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