Photograph courtesy of my sister, Sharon Greco, from her Carolina heaven.
i can see you
there
waiting
where you've always
been
waiting
but
no matter
that i follow the rules
color inside the lines
walk the straight and narrow
i can never reach you
waiting
perhaps a break in accustomed routine
a variance, a mid-course correction
will close the gap between us
perhaps one step forward
from off in the distance
will bring you running
to where
I'm waiting
07 January 2012
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A beautiful poem of longing.
ReplyDeleteOftentimes do I feel like this. Beautiful, in a "strange" (because familiar) way....
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Thanks Matt, for the comment and the share on twitter x
ReplyDeleteThank you Z, for your comment and for sharing this on your blog page x
And so they waited till the end of their days. (Hopefully not.) Sounds very familiar to me as well.
ReplyDeleteThank you Martin :) Don't we all go there sometimes?
ReplyDeleteDon't ask me ;-)
ReplyDeletelovely - great to see you writing.
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