Television Groom

Every day

I make my breath bate

As I impatiently wait

For him to come.

Every few minutes

I check the clock,

Bite my nails,

Roll my eyes

At my ridiculous,

Meticulous

Love sickness.

My puppy dog delight

When he grins,

My frustrated plight

Of self-generated sins,

So I force my mind

To leave him behind

And take up a new hobby.

But in two minutes more

My eyes lock

On my slow-ticking clock.

Five minutes to five

Will finally arrive, and,

Feeling alive,

I’ll rush

To the most favored room

To search out my groom.

At last I can see him

Making his way to the mound

And I smile to myself

Without making a sound

As he throws his first throw

And sadly I know

That it’s just my TV

Looking back at me.

Reviews

[Karina Longo]

First of all, I love the title of this poem, and I'm nearly jealous you came out with that! :)
The imagery of your piece is really flawless, I'd say. The word-play is not the usual boring rhyming thing - I love especially the "My puppy dog delight

When he grins,

My frustrated plight

Of self-generated sins" bit. And, of course, the ending. Bravo, really.