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Tuesday, May 22, 2012 ~ MAY 2012 FOLLOW ME BLOGGING CHALLENGE prompt is What are your views on waiting for things? Are you patient or do you stress about it? What sort of things do you do to pass the time while waiting? Talk about, was it worth the wait, or all just a bunch of waisted time? by Brother Nature My Views About Waiting Poem written about 19 years ago Seconds Walk into view Dawdling over minutes Waddling past light curtained portals Seconds Waltz with Minutes beneath Artificial white lights Across bright floors hiding hours that Waltz with Seconds Dance down the ages Forgotten by minutes Unremembered by echoing Seconds Beyond Forgotten hours Waiting outside of sight Outside of hope outside of time Beyond It seems as if I have waited in line for something all my life. I wrote that poem when I was waiting for something, but I have no idea what. My views on waiting have not changed much in the last nineteen years. I have more experience waiting and, therefore, (one would presume) more patience. However, patience, like everything else, is relative. In fact, I suspect Einstein came up with the Theory of Relativity while he was waiting for something or someone. Waiting Room Written about 13 years ago while waiting for my mother to see a doctor. Music on the edge of hearing; ear candy echoing through empty ages, through mind numbing aeons, to reverberate from a 20x8 glass brick wall that separates, but does not segregate boarded sad faced patients. Lights subdued, like distant stars shrouded in stellar nebula. Voices, slightly louder than the music, shatter the illusion of tranquility as scattered words fall on uninterested ears. Laughter reverberates! One way I deal with waiting is to write poetry. Normally, the poems I write during these periods cover the subject of waiting. As long as I have a pen and blank journal, I am very patient. Why are doctors’ customers called patients? Because they need patience while waiting to see the doctor.
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