Waiting

By Narcissa

I tried to tell you something today
But it sounded like a spider sighing against the sky
And if you stand any closer to heaven
You might not hear me at all...

I stood outside for hours
With my palms up
Hoping to catch something....
But heaven doesn't drop trinkets, just rain
And it stuttered in my hands like a hard apology

It wasn't enough
Maybe it should have been
And maybe,
I shouldn't attend funerals
Or cry for strangers
Or cry...at all

I pick flowers from fresh bouquets
And place them on neglected graves
Have their spirits abandoned them too?

And if I knew you wanted a cream colored coffin
I would have given you my skin
Then I wouldn't be here
With a handful of stolen lilies
Talking to ghosts who have nothing to say

Waiting...
Waiting...
Waiting...

And for what?

...You.

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Published on Saturday, April 3, 2010. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "Waiting"

On Tuesday, December 12, 2017, Cassette (1087) wrote:

you have a way of hammering in the nail so that we can never get it back out.
A former member wrote: I came back to read a few of my favorite poets in an effort to inspire myself to write again. This reminds me I obviously have a long road back.... I love how your words surprise me yet fit together beautifully. Love it
On Sunday, April 4, 2010, blue (1409) wrote:

right. i am not reading anymore tonite. crush you? crush me. you've no idea. ~b
On Sunday, April 4, 2010, Narcissa (391) wrote:

then we are even...for now...
On Saturday, April 3, 2010, ubiquitoussoul (343) wrote:

Beautifully told..the imagery sewed together by stirring words that touched a hanging emotion..Glad to take the frame down to have a second look..Thanks for this amazing write.
On Saturday, April 3, 2010, A Life Without You (146) wrote:

It definitely pierced the heart, imagery in every word, emotions of sadness, yet confusion... as if your there in every line, bravo my friend.
A former member wrote: 'a cream coloured coffin'....holy---**tears up** ---so holy. .. i dun know whether to pray or scream my cries; this affects me in such a terrible raw vicious way; your words ahve been clouded as of late. blessings. and keep your words and heart open. beauty.
On Sunday, April 4, 2010, Narcissa (391) wrote:

yes...I do hope they change soon...thank you.
On Saturday, April 3, 2010, Musik2MyEyes (192) wrote:

Okay every so often there is one that stirs things that you thought you had under control. This made me cry. It was beautiful.
On Saturday, April 3, 2010, Malcholm Dark (806) wrote:

Fantastic! I love the fact you are there saying the things you need to, although you remain conflicted about it... a brilliant piece of writing.... "with a handful of stolen lines, talking to ghosts who have nothing to say"... thanks, this line will stay with me for a long while...
A former member wrote: palms up....in admiration. I loved the development, It reminded me of "a noiseless patient spider" I think it's called by Whitman, which enlivened and enriched the read. Funny, we posted such similar writes so closely. Very artful, patiently developed with care, precision and craft. *bows before enchanting craftswoman*
A former member wrote: I like the stuttering (heaven?) early on... and, yes, the stolen lilies.... the easter flower... and the abandoned spirit... mmmm your skin... must be like your thoughts..... a grave worth dying for, doubtless..... such a powerful metaphor there.
On Sunday, April 4, 2010, Narcissa (391) wrote:

however my words flow they can never compare to yours...thank you...thank all of you.