Waiting Room


First time you left
I gathered broken words and
dimmed-down breath.

Sat silent in the waiting room
flooded with violet hours,
permanent sunset of your weaknesses.

This time I empty out bony poems
string out the rainbows
let the wind unpick the years.

©Lipstickandmiracles 2016 

In response to the Daily Prompt Waiting


Author: lipstick&miracles

A poet-writer-dreamer who wants to share her collection of bright and quiet miracles strung together through travel, reading, writing, doodling and the rest of it. Shapes and words that make her heart skip a beat... and maybe yours too?

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