Not…Yet

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Falling…

failing…

drifting..

Flat!

Sadness brimming, stunned by that.

Carefree,

dropping,

weeping

done…

so much lost, ‘til starts begun.

Waiting kills it, frost will bite

shivered breaking, long dark night.

Ponder, “It was Firey there!”

Nothing now. Seems Colours bare.

But

Waiting is the game that’s played

One more task, when Life’s delayed.

Not an ending. A moment’s pause.

Time for wake up, not “what was.

Sewing patience is the trick,

Not so easy, but brick by brick,

What is worth it, just takes time.

Catchy slogan…?

Yet…one to chime.

 

Paula Antonello Moore, October 11, 2018. 

Image: Not Yet by P.A. Moore.

 

 

 

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