Puddles

As described

I waited for you..
Down by the Woodbine house
on Kendrick avenue.
I must've told myself a thousand times
that when you arrive I'd be just fine
Sitting on the stoop collecting
thoughts like puddles of rain.
watching countless cars come
and pass thrashing through the
Puddles splashed to interrupt my
hopeful mind with violent doubt.
I waited for you..
I'm still waiting for you...
I'll wait for you.

Reviews

[Onlyme]

Intriguing, pondering thoughts as we wait to see how you are waiting for? Mystery and a little drama inside this tight little emotional tale.

[J. A. Perkins]

Thanks, Dawn. It's interpretive, of course. But, for me, it's about a time when my faith was quite weak.

[Gee]

Love it when writing creates vivid images in the mind but doesn't take a week to read and even longer to figure out the contents meaning.
You're good.

[J. A. Perkins]

Hey, thanks. I'm leaning toward the more abridged type of poetry anymore just for the reason you've described. I think the reader will be more likely to remember it, also.

[Gee]

And if you keep it simple folk will return time and again to have a butchers at your writing :)

[J. A. Perkins]

Right. That's true.