In sandy silence
Can I wait to get on in my life
I can wait
take the time to smell the shampoo in the childs hair
to talk about angst with the teen who is still that toddler
and find a way to communicate with a green-eyed monster.
Can I wait
This is not waiting
this is life
But still should not be ridden like a wave going crashing
but pushed, as the wind pushes the wave
into the rocks
pushing rocks into sand
and sand into dust
Act
for
the next step
is only yours.
The step is green
growing into the future
weaving the child that was you into the adult that is your child.
The step is there
don't waiver it, grow it.
I can wait
take the time to smell the shampoo in the childs hair
to talk about angst with the teen who is still that toddler
and find a way to communicate with a green-eyed monster.
Can I wait
This is not waiting
this is life
But still should not be ridden like a wave going crashing
but pushed, as the wind pushes the wave
into the rocks
pushing rocks into sand
and sand into dust
Act
for
the next step
is only yours.
The step is green
growing into the future
weaving the child that was you into the adult that is your child.
The step is there
don't waiver it, grow it.
posted by Echo at 10:49 PM
9 Comments:
Too preachy,
sorry
never apologise for your words. waiting is good for some things, but for life, don't wait, it could be too late...just live! thanks for visiting my blog.
almost felt as if u wrote this poem for me ....my life is upside down and this preaching !!!!is welcome with arms wide open ....
Poetry seems better with a message. I liked it...
Not preachy at all. But tells of your thoughts.
A lot of waiting though can be life : waiting to graduate, waiting to get out of the army, waiting to get back to a home left for work elsewhere, waiting to pay off the house so that it is finally yours; it seems neverending. But then you look around and find that the waiting if over. The kids are grown, the house is yours, the job is tedious but manageable and life can be lived with the freedom without wait.
But then that's a whole new adjustment. And a brand new poem.
your poem pushes us so softly to take the next step, Echo... and you are doing it "as the wind pushes the wave"
you are not preaching... you are acting... with your art... with your poem...
this beautiful poem really touched me deep...
and think i should tell Deli to come and read this... she was looking for her childhood dreams in a beautiful poem...
im glad HB set me here...and i join HB in saying that this poem moved me..
its a wonderful poem!
this is not waiting
this is life
thats a truth i have to work at remembering sometimes
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