There comes the moment when
What I have to say has been said
What I have to do has been done
Traffic is bad, a car backfires
Young girls totter on high heals
I wait motionless
Time loses all its meaning
Eternity is a real possibility
Not some abstract construct
The cat is staring
Out the window
I stare into myself
What for I don’t know
It is a waiting game
A contest between hope and courage
A bird serenates his female
Who is not paying any attention
I simply wait
Facing the outcome alone
Remembering everything
Regretting nothing
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 18th, 2019 16:04
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Comments5
Sometimes it's the right time to just look out from a window. Another time we will find ourselves looking into our soul. It's surprising what we can find when we look.
Thanks Dusk!
Looking into your own soul can be either scary or exhilarating.
So great to see your work again - don't leave it too long before the next post.
Thanks Michael,
it is great to see your work again too. Will be on and off. Right now on.
Yes that could be me, that last stanza is so true.
A fine write Fred. We can't bear it without ya! Hurry back. Ya have not gone yet though! lol.
Thanks Orchi,
no I haven't gone yet, am still upright! 🙂
Good to see you writing again---fine work as always Fred!!
Thanks Christina,
Flattering will get you anywhere! 🙂 and I do appreciate it.
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