Waiting Game

He wove tanka from peacock wings,
through nimbus rings,
with cherry blooms,
on rainbow looms;

Filled glowing antiseptic walls,
with bird breath scrawls.
with whispered heat,
with braided feet;

Alone was just a waiting game,
always the same,
string beads of pain,
again, again.

Minute Poem (12 lines of 60 syllables- in 3 stanzas of 8-4-4-4 syllables each- with aabb/ ccdd/ eeff/ rhyme scheme). Inspired by this minute poem by ConsciousCacophony)
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12 thoughts on “Waiting Game

  1. Love it πŸ™‚ Glad you were inspired. You’ve made me want to go and try it again!! This is lovely…that first line is utterly divine πŸ™‚

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  2. This one is definitely meant t be heard, and read aloud. I listened to one poem at the dverse.com prompt and I must say it really brought it alive, a wonderful experience, with soft music behind, using soundcloud.com – worth thinking about I think.

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