Waiting

Waiting

A Poem by Beth
"

Ever wonder why you're doing what you're doing?

"

waiting, waiting

for nothing to happen

while the music plays

the only thing moving

everything standing still

the songs change again

nothing to do and naught to say

it all starts over

waiting again, nothing to do.

I guess I'll write this

because nothing's going on

nothing's going to happen

there's no meaning in this

the song changes again

the only sign of time

the blasted music

garishly sounding

throughout the open hall

where I'm waiting...

waiting for nothing to happen.

© 2008 Beth


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Posted 16 Years Ago


A beautiful composition. I feel like this almost every day, especially at work.

Posted 16 Years Ago


i have always wondered what am i doing and what for,and how did i come to be like this at this moment,the answer is always the same and clear ,we do not have control on our lives,i have a very strange example ,when i was young about 18y old,i used to watch football,i could see the players working hard and running after a ball ,i always thought it was very funny,i thought if i was in the team and on the attack and having the ball and coming near the goal to score ,i always saw myself at the critical moment to just stop there ,and all the applause from the audience will stop and thousands of audience will stand up and look at me for a while wondering what am i doing,and maybe i was crazy or something and i am just looking back at them and laughing like real crazy,yes all in the dream,and then i will leave everything and head out of the stadium crying like i have never cried before,saying to my self ,no i am not crazy they are,no i am not crazy they are ,no i am not crazy they are....

Posted 16 Years Ago


I agree with fireblossom, this feels like a release of thoughts (or "mind writing", as he called it :D ), yet at the same time feels constructed. People forget that waiting is sometimes the best part. I love waiting, thinking... doing nothing. It's when a lot of story ideas come rushing out of nowhere. Waiting at work while bored, waiting in the car, or waiting to fall asleep after you first lie down on your bed. I adore all of those moments, especially the latter.

Nice piece.

Keep Writing,
Demiant

Posted 16 Years Ago


This felt like a writing exercise I was taught many years ago. "Just write don't think" my professor said. The object was to allow the words and ideas to flow without guidance from the brain. "Mind writing". Anyhow, this poem feels like that as you sort of watch time pass as the observer. Very well done. As usual your voice is very easy to listen to...very compelling.



Posted 16 Years Ago


I know what I'm doing when I am doing nothing...I'm pondering what I'm doing and why I'm doing nothing. Wondering why most people pass the time just thinking about what if instead of loving each and every moment that sheds light on your soul bring you closer to whatever you want to do...

I like this poem, cause it makes me ponder, think what life is all about in the absence of time...nice write Zoe

Posted 16 Years Ago


Sometimes we get so caught up in waiting, that we forget to actually look out for the times of change.
Nice job, keep up the good work!
Lauren

Posted 16 Years Ago


Waiting as time passes. Nice write.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on July 28, 2008

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Beth
Beth

Phoenix, AZ



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