In the Waiting

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In the Waiting

You wait
for a sign, inked
in sky,
even butterfly–
some calligraphy that will write
before your eyes
this is it,
permission
to live.

But, waiting,
head bangs
a moving wall,
the bangs you no longer wear
blurring all,
and you decipher only
a smeared graffiti of
it missed,
permission not taken
or taken
for granted.
Oh land; oh lord.

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60 word poem for the wonderfully terse and succinct and sharp and distilled poet Mama Zen, for her prompt on Real Toads (re photograph of Fortune Teller, 1870’s.)   Also for the wonderful (and Swedish) poet Bjorn Rudberg’s prompt on Real Toads on the subject of waiting.

Sorry for absence.  Life hellish.  (But only because of too much work, not an actual real-life problem.)  Take care.

 

 

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19 Comments on “In the Waiting”

  1. Polly Says:

    Welcome back, I’ve missed you. ‘You wait / for a sign, inked / in sky / even butterfly—’ is gorgeous k, what an opening 🙂

  2. Jim Says:

    A sign in the sky, will it come? I wouldn’t waitp


  3. “permission to live” very intriguing


  4. Yes, “permission to live” Love that!!

  5. lysbeth andrews Says:

    Very Beautiful

  6. hedgewitch Says:

    So much going on here–the idea of our human desire to be told by something larger than us what’s what, what’s coming–the power some seek in that, or perhaps the helplessness of the seeker, and the tangle of unforeseeable events which crush us–I also thought of the refugee crisis, and just the crisis of identity the modern world pressures us into so many times. I may of course, be going totally astray here! ;_) Regardless of the thoughts behind this, the end effect of the poem is visually beautiful and internally troubling.


  7. I love how you tied it to the waiting… I’m almost sure that that’s the secret of fortune telling is that everything will happen, so everything is always true… the when is never told… which makes all that waiting. Wonderful Karin (a very Swedish name)

    • ManicDdaily Says:

      Ha. Yes. I am Swedish on both sides of my family! (Which I’ve always been very happy about it.) There is a person from Norway mixed in too! Thanks. k.

      On Fri, Dec 4, 2015 at 7:42 AM, ManicDDaily wrote:

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  8. Helen Dehner Says:

    A touching poem ~ giving oneself permission to ‘live’ not a simple matter. Wishing you a good weekend.

  9. Shawna Says:

    I love this section:
    “the bangs you no longer wear
    blurring all,
    and you decipher only
    a smeared graffiti of
    it missed”


  10. Ouch, a wasted chance to live? Say it isn’t so.

  11. Glenn Buttkus Says:

    Oh Lord, Oh Universe, show me a sign, give me a torch to light my way through the terrible darkness–tell me of my strengths & charms & good looks, & just leave out the parts about my ego, arrogance, & obstinance. Damn fine piece, K. I feel like the signs, the chaos, the mass slaying, the zealous assassins are all around us; something nearly biblical in prophesy; but history tells us that this too will pass, like emboli, like Jim Crow, or will it?

  12. Mama Zen Says:

    I love this! The first stanza moves so beautifully. Perfection.

  13. Kerry O'Connor Says:

    She does have such a look in her eyes. You read into it so well.

  14. coalblack Says:

    Besides, the Gypsy lies.

  15. kaykuala Says:

    Only while waiting one can see normal things which can go fleetingly unnoticed otherwise.
    Wonderful write K

    Hank


  16. That first stanza is a zinger! Really good!

  17. M Says:

    she does have some kind of look, doesn’t she? hope your work unhellifies… ~


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