I had intended to write a terribly serious poem for the dverse prompt, but got this instead. I shall now try to write a serious haibun.
From waiting to be fed,
to be sent to bed,
under shelter from the rain,
at the station for the train,
waiting for the date
until it gets too late,
life’s one long wait.
Waiting for the phone to ring,
the post to bring
the longed for letter,
waiting for things to get better,
the rain to stop,
the temperature to drop,
waiting for inspiration,
in hair-wrenching frustration
when the words don’t come,
waiting days and then some
for a reply,
to get just a goodbye,
and in the end,
we wend
into the great beyond—slow, don’t run,
after all, waiting’s more fun.
Very clever.
I’m not sure I’m going to get a serious one, but I’m going to try.
The rhythm os the poem is upbeat but the content has a serious tone. I see in the poem various stages of life and the different kinds of waiting we make in each of life’s stages.
That’s a perceptive comment. What children get so impatient about, adults rarely even notice.
yes you just made waiting fun and also laughing at myself when I recall how I am waiting for all the things you mentioned above.
We’ve all done it 🙂
Love it ! We all do wait for things, so true. And yet, although it’s such a universal theme, it isn’t one, oddly enough, that seems to get explored much in literature or in art.
Nice work!
I’m glad you like it! It just flowed, stream of consciousness almost. Sometimes you have to see the funny side…