My eyes are continuously drawn to the clock nowadays,
And my hands are always entwined in each other.
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I have become impatient.
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Waiting for something to happen,
Waiting for something to change.
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Written August 4th, 2004
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If nothing was changing, either the clock had not batteries, or it had no hands.
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As always, you manage to say so much with so little. I am definitely a fan of your poetry. Keep it coming!
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again, i think you do short and sweet (well maybe not sweet, but you know what i mean) so well. you captured the moment, made me feel it. or maybe i already felt it, i'm not sure. very well done either way.
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very evocative
This is concise but conveys so much in its few words. I've known that sense of expectation....waiting for something - anything - to happen. There's a sense of imminence you get...it feels like a scream - barely held in check. Very nicely done, I think.
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