Happy National Poetry Month and thus begins the journey of one poem of day… which also serves as the starting up of another year of crazy and bad poetry on my blog.
Prompt: Waiting
Waiting
She waits
In the dark
Lingering
Until the ache
Makes her quiver
My threadbare heart
Shakes, teeters
Waiting for her beats
To stop sounding
So much like every goodbye
Her ghosts whisper as they exit
My tiny heart
A kaleidoscope of cracks
Splashing the ceiling
With traces of light
She waits
In the dark
Shivering
Until the fear
Makes her cower
My threadbare heart
Rattles, cracks
Waiting for the words
I love you
To stop weighing
On her tongue
Like a cage
Twisting and molding
Into a trap, sharp toothed
Snapping at the heels
Of ghosts fading
Faster and faster
My tiny heart
A map of stitches
Criss crossing
Until can trace each story
She waits
In the dark
Reaching out
My threadbare heart
Waiting and waiting
To be asked to stay
Poetic Trials 