WaitingA Poem by Viki RachelA patient hand brushes her hair, Blonde, and soft; wavy and fair.
A patient pair of eyes stare out of the tower, While they do, they catch a midsummer shower.
A patient voice sings an old tune, About when the Sun met the Earth, and the Earth met the moon.
A patient mouth eats the same old food, Because if she didn't, she would seem dreadfully rude.
Then the patient eyes watch the sun go down, Another day has passed, and so she frowns.
Her patient legs crawl into bed, And on her silk pillow she rests her patient head.
But when the sun comes up she says out loud, "I'm so tired of waiting and watching the clouds.
"I'm so tired of thinking that he will come soon, And singing that song of the Earth, Sun, and Moon.
"And damn-- am I tired of not breathing fresh air! To hell with my prince, I am so out of here." © 2011 Viki RachelAuthor's Note
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Added on January 16, 2011Last Updated on January 16, 2011 AuthorViki RachelDallas, TXAbout~~I WILL NOT ADD YOU WITHOUT PRIOR CONTACT~~ I don't take RRs. I check up on all of my friends and review their poems, stories, and sometimes books. I don't expect reviews in return, however they are.. more..Writing
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