Waiting For You
Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 12:53 am
I go to the woods
I hope to see you on the the way, but I do not
You are long in coming
I sigh with the tall pines
My eyes search the shadowy places as I walk
For treasures I may have missed before
All is quiet, except for the frogs
Who sing the song of their ancestors
Without you, my soul feels bare as a twig in winter
But the day is wrapped in summer
And I listen for the whispers of quiet things
Telling secrets as I walk
...Too soon, the day starts to fade
Still, you have not come
The shadows grow in still places
Tall and dark, like great firs under a midnight sky
The end of day comes in impatient nudges as I watch for you
Waiting mixes with night
A potion which makes my heart heavy
The moon follows me home
I will fall asleep wondering at your absence
Gazing at the stars, like fleets of ships across an ebony sea
And I will look for you...on the road of dreams.
This poem was inspired by the poetry of Hilda Conkling. I wrote lines down from
several different poems of hers that inspired me. Then I wrote what they inspired.
Not using them whole, they are now different - if I even used the original at all. I
did use the phrases "like fleets of ships" and "Road of Dreams". Which she(or her
mother) capitalized and I did not. I just felt inspired reading the poetry composed
by this young girl, written down by her mother. Apparently she stopped composing
when she became a teenager. Very sad actually. I wonder what we all missed as a
result. (I also wonder if her mother added a few words of her own. One never knows).
I hope to see you on the the way, but I do not
You are long in coming
I sigh with the tall pines
My eyes search the shadowy places as I walk
For treasures I may have missed before
All is quiet, except for the frogs
Who sing the song of their ancestors
Without you, my soul feels bare as a twig in winter
But the day is wrapped in summer
And I listen for the whispers of quiet things
Telling secrets as I walk
...Too soon, the day starts to fade
Still, you have not come
The shadows grow in still places
Tall and dark, like great firs under a midnight sky
The end of day comes in impatient nudges as I watch for you
Waiting mixes with night
A potion which makes my heart heavy
The moon follows me home
I will fall asleep wondering at your absence
Gazing at the stars, like fleets of ships across an ebony sea
And I will look for you...on the road of dreams.
This poem was inspired by the poetry of Hilda Conkling. I wrote lines down from
several different poems of hers that inspired me. Then I wrote what they inspired.
Not using them whole, they are now different - if I even used the original at all. I
did use the phrases "like fleets of ships" and "Road of Dreams". Which she(or her
mother) capitalized and I did not. I just felt inspired reading the poetry composed
by this young girl, written down by her mother. Apparently she stopped composing
when she became a teenager. Very sad actually. I wonder what we all missed as a
result. (I also wonder if her mother added a few words of her own. One never knows).