Waiting Again

art is what satisfies the soul

The rusted trees of marble, 

its shadows, purple and green, 

sun softens the air, and makes it easy to bare, 

bare it all,

sweet philosophies always fall, 

cement-made, crumbling,

yet the strong metallic strings come.

You and me, at the door,

waiting, 

Will she come? Will she not?
Don’t say that!

I don’t feel her anymore.

The wooden door never opens

the masters never prepared us for it.

We wait there, by the marble trees, 

we hide under their shadows

again,

again,

again 

under the shadows, purple and green

�"bare it, bare it all�"

either way, the strings will come.

Reviews

[Molly Anna]

Beautiful imagery, I love the way it makes you think. Great job on this piece!

[Sebastian Romero]

Thank you, I appreciate it :) :) :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. The good description create visions and thoughts. I like the flow of thoughts leading to open ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote