Nothing

This is a short poem about a woman who waits for everything. In the end, nothing happens. This is an open poem where ultimately YOU decide who the woman is and what the poem is really about.

 

The woman stood in front of the table,

Her sad hands wringing

As she waited for her husband

And his paycheck.

Nothing.

 

She shuffled over

To the fireplace,

Standing by the glowing embers

As she waited for her hands to warm.

Nothing.

 

She walked to the window,

Looked outside

At the floating snowflakes

And waited for them to settle.

Nothing.

 

She waited.

Waited for her husband

And his paycheck,

Waited for her hands to warm,

Waited for the snow

To settle.

Nothing.

 

She tiptoed to the dresser,

Pulled out a small doll

And wound it up.

A small song, a little smile,

And then

Nothing.

Author's Note

How can this poem be improved?

Reviews

[Gracie]

this is good. u wrote it for english right? did u submit it to enterprise???