The Visitor

Waiting for Godot?

It is time, this is the last verse.

(I have been ready now for a while.

Others have noticed this,

reading my poems like braille).

 

All day the box has been standing

long and white on the porch.

Its symmetry has no ending,

tense to my comforting touch.

 

Since lunch the street has been quiet

but I saw a curtain move.

They will be waiting to see it

curious to watch you arrive.

 

I cannot pretend to be indifferent;

anticipation has ruled my life.

Will you approach from the front;

is that your scrabble on the roof?

 

I slipped back in to seal the tomb,

and paused to comb my hair.

There across the mirrored room

you smiled from your chair.

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

The arrival - Anticipation at it’s best :)

[Akeen V.]

Not sure what your true intent of this poem was?
Maybe that was your intent, but i do like it.
I can see your grammer is wonderful and also your diction.

Yet overall isn't creativity the most important thing of all?