Monday, April 24, 2017

we stood still

we stood still by the river
waiting for you to appear
upon the hills
my heart waiting to burst
at the sight of you and
he was holding back
squeals of delight
but you never appeared
beyond the hills and
soon night encased us

"The lonesome river" by Greg Westfall
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- Written for dVerse Quadrille #31 "still".  Come join in on the fun.  


12 comments:

  1. This is very pretty, but so sad.

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  2. It builds to a crescendo of hope and then nosedives. Disappointments are hard to take.

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  3. Waiting for the moon? I sometimes wish for it's light, hidden behind clouds of night.

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  4. Ah, for a little less mystery -- but I must guess, moon?

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  5. How sad to wait...and then nothing ~ Maybe the next time?

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  6. Just like the moon to go into hiding. Lovely poem, Maria.

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  7. There is disappointment when what one expects does not happen and when that expectation is to see someone again that could make it even worse.

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  8. Waiting in vain... but maybe there are other nights...

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