Time

Time is a storm in which we are all lost. ~ William Carlos Williams

 

So much of life

 

Spent in waiting

 

When is the right moment

 

 

 

All this waiting

 

Causes the edges

 

Of life to blur

 

 

 

This waiting is debilitating

 

Waiting has grown so old

 

And yet we all wait 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Love your poem. So much of life is waiting -- that which is forced upon us, but more importantly, that which we willingly do, to delay doing. I love your use of the word "debilitating" -- too often such dealying habits become like ingrown toenails (((HUGS)))