The latest poetry party going on over at Abbey of the Arts is called Waiting, Watching.
Christine invites you to use the title and image as a springboard for your own "poem, words, reflections, quotes, song lyrics, etc." Don't feel like you have to have some amazing standard to play - after all, I didn't :)
Here is mine.
Love All
She thought that
the first time she knew
she really loved him was when
he walked past as she
sat with pad and pen
waiting, watching for the first
half-formed crumb that would
lead her out of the block and
into the forest
and he didn’t ask
“What are you writing?”
even though his eyes wanted to.
Then she thought that
it was the first time she knew
that he really loved her
too.
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