the waiting

buk said
wait for it
to roar out of you
don’t force it
wait it out
or do something
different

so, i’m waiting

is taking the advice
of dead poets
like taking
the advice of
deadened poets?

some of those
remaining
are lifeless
tired
and still overbearing
and overburdened
with self-importance
impotent, still,
after all these years
reasonably alive
but with a faint pulse
their art deadened
by irrepressible
past choices

whose life
should you believe
in?

a poem
a day
is all i ask
of myself.

i’m still
waiting.

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About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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