While time ticks by, we wait to see our new grandbaby, now four months old. We wait to visit our children, wait to go on vacation. We wait for many things in life, don’t we? Especially now. But what do we do in the meantime? I hope you are taking advantage of the time to do those things you have thought about but have left undone. As I wait, I write. I’m taking online classes, attending webinars and conferences to learn this craft. Visiting other author’s websites, gleaning from their expertise, and looking up craft phrases and grammar rules, help in my endeavors.
April is National Poetry Month, so I have taken the challenge to write thirty poems in thirty days. It’s not my first rodeo, so I think I’ll make it. 🙂 Learning different styles of poetry is fun, and I have been doing so with gusto. In fact, I wrote four sonnets this week, a first for me, something I must admit, I truly enjoy.
One thing I miss is reading a book, and I know I need to as a writer. I read articles and posts all the time, but I haven’t finished the three books I started last year. I can’t seem to find the time as I am working from can to can’t on my writing and craft each day. That being said, I wrote this poem to encourage myself to read. I hope it encourages you as well.
Waiting
Kaci Rigney
4/12/2021
She cries.
He laughs.
She rails.
He grins.
She longs.
He sighs.
“Read me,”
they say.
It sits
untouched
upon
the shelf—
the book,
waiting.
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I feel my books saying this too……He sighs. “Read me,” they say. It sits untouched upon the shelf— the book, waiting. I have such a huge TBR pile I am sure as each book arrives it is excited to be free from the Amazon package knowing it will be read to only suddenly fall into a sad hopeless state as it sees the huge piles of book it get added to. The other books welcoming it to their pile they call home and they all weep together as they wait their turn to be picked to read. As I approach the TBR pile they all begin to feel “hope” they will be chosen this time knowing only 1 will be picked just hoping they will be the “one”. One will leave the pile happy to be chosen leaving the rest to just wait.
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Yes. A sad and lonely state, a book left on the shelf. Like a wallflower, waiting to dance.
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And I know how that Wallflower feels as I was her. And I never got asked to dance.
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