My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #78 July 28th – Waiting
Waiting,
Counting minutes with each crack
Of the knuckle clock,
Each tick followed by a tock.
Scanning,
Searching crowds for her face,
Feeling out of place,
Longing for her embrace.
Shuffling,
Rearranging aching feet
On cracks of cruddy concrete,
Sweltering in the heat.
Doubting,
Abandoning the date,
Giving up the wait,
About to walk away…
And then the sun breaks through the grey.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Image found on Pinterest
writing in north norfolk 
Waiting can be like that Kim, the exasperation of it all until something breaks and there is a sense of hope. Thanks for contributing to this weeks Tale Weaver….
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Michael 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
brilliant analogy of the knuckle clock – goes so well with the “cracks of cruddy concrete,”
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Laura!
LikeLike
Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Many times we push ourselves to the limit in patience and it pays off. Hopefully, things will work out just fine and the wait turns out to be worth it! Good story! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLike
Giving up the wait,
About to walk away…
And then the sun breaks through the grey
anticipation, reward, joy, possibilities, the wait is over? the wait is worth it?
wonderful poem. Thanks for participating.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks for reading!
LikeLike
🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person