Sometimes love is just
A four-letter word
Until it reaches in
Clutches your desire
Like a tiny bird, it’s heart pounding
Held captive by loving hands
Friday night,
Am missing you already
Yes, we said slow down
I heard it, I said it
But my heart wasn’t listening
It still isn’t
Clock on the wall stares me down
Glaring at the phone
As if I could
But I can’t
Inertly it just sits there
Indifferent
Somewhere between ecstasy and loneliness
That moment
Riveted to time
Tick tock, tick tock
Wringing out my heart
The wait
Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2003
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The reward of patience is patience, a slippery truth when it comes to matters of the heart.
Written May 12th, 2003
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Sometimes we slow down and the moment all too quickly passes us by - the ticking clocks a harsh reminder that time has little use for the follies of love. Patience is a virtue but often I feel myself wanting to be free to rush in, be a fool and laugh again. Surely there has to be balance concerning this four letter word - endless riddles but who ever fully understands the heart.
Incredible piece of work Henri - my own gears are grinding (in a good way) ... Peace, Brian
P.S. I hope you find the Caymans relaxing ... sure wish I was sitting oceanside right now. -
A wonderful analogy...
"like a tiny bird, heart pounding
Held captive by loving hands"
Even though the hands are loving.
They do not take away the fear of being held captive.
Love is like that at times...we feel it's restriction....
That brings on the need to slow down...back up...just enough
That we can breathe easier.....and re evaluate...
Only to find ourselves wishing...to back where we were
before we said "slow down"
And that is how we find ourselves waiting...
And not really liking that we are.
Boy did this one hit home, Henri....
Hope it has a delightful outcome..and that love
is worth the wait....because it grows...and deepens.
Wonderful lesson...and wonderful write.
Maddie -
I agree with u. And liked so much ur beautiful poem...
Sometimes love is just an ordinary word that children use to describe a flower... Perfect love.
I've not heard Tick tock, tick tock... I don't use watch... :-)
Today i saw ur picture... Is it there before? I didn't see... U look handsome. Remind me a lawyer that is my friend (despite i don't know if we can call a lawyer like a friend...lol)
Hugs for U from Brazil
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Nothing worse than the waiting. You captured well the feelings that are involved. Great poem, well penned and structured. Thanks for sharing. ~Angel
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I have digital clocks so I dont have to hear the tick tock
and then i can just turn the lights off so I dont see the numbers either 
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I've read a quite a few of these poems on this site and think this captures the emotions of waiting for that damn phone to ring and put us out our misery. I have been there many times and saw my face waiting for 'that' call as I read this. A consistent and polished poem with a non generic rhyme scheme.
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superb...capturing that clock watching, a phone observed never rings, emotion...one I dont suffer from I'm afraid I'm casual almost to the point of indifference when it comes to contacting people and find their attempts to contact me an intrusion more often than not...however I could still identify fully with this piece...two poems read and two poems loved think you're going on my favourites list
thank you for this poem
Victoria xxXxx
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Another great write...you have certainly captured the essence of yearning to be with someone you care for...patience seems to abandon when strong feelings take over....
Well structured...thought the last stanza was fantastic...a subject I am sure so many could relate to...
~ sonia ~
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Excellent! Enjoyed the read!
It is the child in us that falls in love and waiting, for a child, is always a very hard thing to do. You've captured the impatience very well in this poem, ferg. I can definitely relate to it. Hang in there!
Maureen -
I think this is really sweet... it has that " i'm doing the right thing but i'm missing the hell out of you, feel..." :-)
I especially like this stanza.... because of the image... but also because it just sounds really good.
"Clock on the wall stares me down
Glaring at the phone
As if I could
But I can’t
Inertly it just sits there
Indifferent"
I'd agree about... patience... yep... Excellent write, I really enjoyed this, I think we've all been there at some time or another.
~ Wendy -
It is so hard to slow down once the onset of that love sets in ..and all you want is RIGHT now ..I know what ya mean.. and sometimes it's notyou that makes things slow down, but the circumstances around you.
Very nice write, ferg... I heard it and felt it. -
the wait....granted, patience is its own reward, but it would be nice if things happened when we wanted them to...at least once.
i think ya hit the nail on the head here, Ferguson...love is something between ecstacy and loneliness.
well penned, ferguson. seems you have found your muse once more.
CM
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The first sentence of the last stanza is wonderful... relationships are intricate and your words echo honest emotions. Well done! Helen
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soooooo true...
its all i want to do - pick up that phone...
but you know... not doing it has made everything go much better...
soo much i relate to this
the best are worth waiting for
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