EXPECTATIONSA Poem by Betty Hermeleeawaiting an embrace?Expectations
T’is Wednesday and I arise As the sun wipes its sleepy eyes After an unsettled slumber Awakening every hour with heart flutters And unbounded expectations I chatter about the need to be The most splendid fiancé Smartened up to my very best garment My hair plunging down my shoulders Even sexy one might think
I must tidy the house to look brilliant Notably my bedroom I reach for my favorite violet satin sheets Spray with a spot of perfume His favorite of course Roses from my garden might complete the look
My old grandfather clock informs me at three o’clock I fancy time would hasten As I note butterflies in my countenance I run incessantly to the mirror To peep at my attire and position my hair In distinct ways
At once, my clock chimes four o’clock Nigh to the bridge I begin to count the minutes Prior to our embrace I beg that his enthusiasm mimics my own
T’is nearly time to meet him I don my woolen shawl as there is a chill in the air a bit of mist the sun is bone-tired and slowly drooping as I vacate the house I discern the old bridge and lantern beyond Through the haze I hasten my steps in an effort To be there precisely at 5 o’clock
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21 Reviews Added on May 2, 2023 Last Updated on May 3, 2023 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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