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How long are you going to wait for him?
The night has fallen. Go home, woman!
There might be a storm.
The dust on the street is swirling
with the stray paper and plastic bags,
night has consumed the signboards, windows;
buses, scooters, flashes have turned around the culvert
and now there’s only a left over sound.
The insomniac night is seeping into the breath of the trees,
the insomniac night is licking the roof,
there’s a strange restlessness in nearby skyscrapers,
night is swallowing the shadows.
Go home woman
wait for the man, no
more.
Go and see
The day that you had left behind
fell asleep waiting for you.
19 comments:
how long do you wait....
not an easy question to answer...i guess it depends on who you wait for...and if the hope we have that they will come back is founded...i think that some dont understand our faith in waiting at times...but also the flip, sometimes people dont want to see the cause as hopeless so we fool ourselves as well...
like the vividness of which you paint the streets...
Definitely like "insomniac night"!!! and "night is swallowing the shadows".
Turning around in the culvert to see the day left behind - so day waiting night, night waiting day, woman, man, the swirl. Whew!!!
(I got the title this time) :)
Oh, you have created some powerful lines, here... night swallowing signboards, etc. ... licking the roof... your message to the woman is made more effective by your well-wrought imagery.
Beautiful. The ending is exceptional. Picturing the day falling asleep waiting. Really demonstrates how long she waited. This poem has its sadness. Waiting for someone who never comes.....poignant, well penned.
Oh Moon this is wonderful indeed! You outdo yourself each time with your superb imagery! An outstanding creation dear lady:)
How long do you wait... I love your voice in this, beautiful my dear.
Such en energetic, romantic dusk
Can anyone go back to bed
Shutting the awaiting eyes?
That's a powerful piece!! It conveys a poignant message in the end...waiting, ah..the wait can get frustrating--:((
'insomniac night'-loved that phrase! Beautiful ...
Verily Poignant and Melancholic..
Well Penned with Imagery of The Ambiance,Correlating Realms of Night,Street,etc haunting in its wrenching pain for The Woman. The Time and Space is really apt and they Make The Impact of The Cosmic Loneliness,The Waiting,The Pining,The Pain ,The Loss felt by The Female Human..
Now
Woman! Apt again.
IMO Its a Powerful Way to address a Female Human.
All Together, Exquisite & Beautiful.
Yet
for All Its Comely Melancholic Darkness in The Write and The Impact there of, Counting in and countering, I would say
Behold The One, The Advent is here again ..:)
and hence, Arise and Shine,
for The Light has come !!
and Sleep in a Slumber as The Prince of Peace & Solace has finally Manifested again casting of All Insomnia,leading to The Power of Peace..:)
Allow Me, this "Artful Blabber" :D
'The insomniac night is seeping into the breath of the trees,'...wow, love that. This piece reminds me of the segment in the Song of Solomon where the Shulamite is searching for her groom. Lovely writing!
I love this! There is such drama created in contrast with the image, and your particular twist had me hoping for another outcome. The last line is the emotional clincher!
Oh my God, this is so so good! The insomniac night - wow. And especially the culminating lines: see the day ... left behind fell asleep waiting for you. LOVED this poem!
I love your writing. I am following you, and wish I could subscribe by email.
The insomniac night is seeping into the breath of the trees,/the insomniac night is licking the roof,/
there’s a strange restlessness in nearby skyscrapers,/night is swallowing the shadows. Very powerful imagery... and I am wondering over your opening question... how long do you wait? Until your heart tells you to stop I suppose...
Never wait. It will quickly give you the answer you need to know .
Time to move on!! very well put...
Time to wait and time to go! The waiting can be exhaustive but go fleetingly away for some occasions. Nicely Dr Baishali!
Hank
*takes a bow* what a poem! what a story! what an image it paints!
The woman has unconditional love...that is why she keeps on waiting..........lovely poem:)
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