My Wait Begins Again

Kurt Philip Behm

I turn my collar up against the wind

and place my eyes along the skyline

 

Hoping in the darkness for some sign of you

a colder truth I’ve never known

 

I pull my jacket tight across my chest

and watch the waves crash upon your shadow

Knowing the tide is like your receding heart

washing my footsteps from the sand

 

The sun has now gone, the moon in flight

and my hopes rise o’er the waves

 

My collar frozen and my soul on fire,

—as my wait begins again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 14th, 2016 08:08
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Augustus

    I like the cold metaphor. When you get the cold shoulder from a cold heart you need to pull your collar up and tighten your jacket. Is there a little hope at the end or is that anger?

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      No there's hope, but it's laced with an uncertain futility.

      Thanks A.

    • Tony36

      Great write, cold shoulders are never nice, sometimes they seem like blocks of ice, sorry I got a little carried away

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks, Tony and you're absolutely right.

      🙂

    • Christina8

      So now you have a cold shoulder and you've washed your footsteps from the sand. I was gonna ask if there was still hope there was still some sign of you/her/it? But I think I got my answer from a previous review. Great poem.



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