Ruddy Day No. 1

RuddyDay

                    

Conversely along, with a fever wrenching strong

She walked and she mingled; she looked around

All she saw was the crowd, not a one was endowed

With what she’d been looking for

 

* singing *

Ruddy old day, ruddy old day

Where ever I go it’s just a ruddy old day

Ruddy old day, ruddy old day

Always finish off with a ruddy old day

Ruddy old day, ruddy old day

Gotta give thanks for this ruddy old day

 

Storm clouds a looming, she had popcorn to share

Everyone was just moving, some with such a blank stare

So she sat down; the stone bench was all cold

What was she waiting around there for?

She pulled out the pages, of a notepad she had

And wrote and wrote then scribbled like mad

Suddenly, she felt that there was just no more time

Time for what? What was she waiting for?

Everyone bustled in the big gray common square

Lighted up shops fought the dim, old air

There was movement to be had, places to go

Did anyone else have anything to wait for?

Was rain coming now or would there be snow?

The clock of the commons did not care, did not know

It tapped away the time of the days, but did not yet gong

She thought there was something it was waiting for

If not for the crowd, the wind would have been stronger

Yet the pages she had had flipped back and forth on her

Her blood was all warm; her heart beat fast

And still she shuddered cold, and wondered what for?

Like the parting of a sea, or like it was just meant to be

From out of the crowd of the commons came he

Straight up and solid, he was her favorite man

All this time, it was Daddy she was waiting for

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

this brings a victorian scene where a little girl is lost in the square, observing her surroundings. the whole time one is curious about who she's waiting for. and in the end you could make a sigh of relief. great imagery.

[gombeggar]

i really like this guy's stuff...i wonder why he doesn't post more things?