Silent thoughts,
Flooding her mind,
The ocean of turmoil,
The swinging ship,
Lights buzzing,
Her eyes twinkling,
Patiently she waits,
For the man with the abnormal gait.
They met at the deck,
Piercing eyes grazing,
Cursing their love fest,
Oh time passed so soon,
It was the reign of the moon,
He promised to come,
Patiently she waits,
For the man with the abnormal gait.
Yes, that was the promise,
"I will come for dinner,
Dine with you,
For I'm your winner",
A kiss of wine,
The lust to shine,
Lost in embrace,
Savoring each other's taste.
The wine rests alone,
"Have it ma'am,
Perhaps he has gone",
So says the lawyer,
Words ache her heart,
Moisture passive in eyes,
Yet patiently she waits,
For the man with the abnormal gait.
"Tonight lets marry,
Shed the burden that we carry,
You, me, mine, your,
Our, we, us, of course",
Proposed she thus,
All around silence, hush, hush,
Their eyes spoke love,
Flying alongside the angelic doves.
"Dinner over,
We will exchange,
Rings of vows,
Union of two souls,
Wait for nine,
Then you will be mine,
Time won't lie,
Play with me, don't be shy."
Clock played along,
Did she decide wrong?
Despair,
Desperation,
Dejection,
Longing,
Her mind stretched for his touch,
The embrace, the kiss, all gone?
Sweet smell, aroma,
Of hope and joy,
Dancing in her heart,
"Yes, he will be here",
She smiled, she laughed,
Gazing at the door,
Unblinking, unflinching,
It won't be late, anymore.
And she does wait,
And wait,
And wait some more,
Yes, she waited,
And waited,
And waited,
Hopefully, patiently,
For the man with the abnormal gait.
This Poem is written for The Mag.
Nice retelling ~ I do think she waited in vain though for the man with the abnormal gait ~
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Perhaps ... we can only leave that to our imaginations :-)
DeleteWhere did that abnormal gait take the man, I wonder? Personally I hate the wait.
ReplyDeleteI too hate to wait :-) Thanks for visiting :-)
Deleteand we all waited for the man with the abnormal gait-excellent!
ReplyDeleteThanks for Waiting Kathe :-)
Deleteouch...waiting stinks...and i have a feeling she has bet on the wrong horse...what a sad picture it is to see them sitting there waiting...
ReplyDeleteWaiting does stink :-)
DeleteAwww..poor woman. I hate to think he's stood her up. The Cad! Nice capture of the painting :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Daydreamer :-)
DeleteBeautifully done, Green! You spiced it perfectly with the rhyme all throughout. Hopefully he comes by!
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Lets hope for the best :-)
DeleteThank You Hank !!!
i am one with Kaykuala... love it!
ReplyDeleteJJRod'z
Thanks JJRod'z :-)
DeleteGreat poem with a mysterious bent ~ (A Creative Harbor)
ReplyDeletePoor sweet lady...she waited too long I fear
ReplyDeleteLoved her laments
Hugs
SueAnn
Thanks SueAnn :-)
Deletehi greenie: luv this story-poem. and yes he did come, he was a bit
ReplyDeletelate because he wanted just the right emerald ring and of course
he booked the most romantic suite. thank you!
Ha ha ... that might have been the case :-)
DeleteI love the sense of longing you established and the rhyme enhanced the feeling. A haunting verse, indeed. In my experience, working with people with abnormal gaits, they sometimes have confusion as well. Perhaps the romance can be saved. =D Thank you for sharing, Greenie.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting Linda ... Your appreciation means a lot :-)
DeleteHi G.S. [:)] Yes, there is another day. My mother used to tell me that I would never meet a nice girl at a bar. She was partially correct.
ReplyDeleteI liked your "All the World's a Stage" story. I was hoping the star struck would end up meeting the star. And your haiku were very nice too. I do hope you are finding some time for your other story. I might like to write about a superman type who is unaware that has a groupie wannabe type young lady follower. He saves her life and thus the two have met. You can go on from there or end it there.
Thank you for peeking in on my shortcut/longcut ride with Dad. I will watch for your OSI this week. Another week now that I did not do Haiku Heights. XD
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Hi Jim ... it was really nice reading your beautiful comments .... to be honest, I haven't started the other story yet, as I am still conceptualizing the plot ... but yes, it will be sooner than later .... I have posted in OSI today .... waiting for your Haiku Heights now :-)
DeleteHmmm. Why does this story sound familiar? Where is the dust and the wedding cake? Good use of Ballad form, the rhyme and refrain lifted me along into the tragedy. Neat!
ReplyDeleteThe wedding cake is on the other side of the table, not visible in this pic :-)
DeleteThanks for visiting Susan :-)
She needs to kick his abnormal gait to the curb if he does show up!
ReplyDeleteMay be they should talk about his delay first :-) Thanks for visiting Dana :-)
DeleteIt's like the whisperings of an observing tell-tale heart. :)
ReplyDeleteI hope he shows up and has a valid reason for the delay.
Let's hope so Vaishali :-)
DeleteWaiting is painful! Where the heck is the man with the abnormal gait?! hehehe..
ReplyDeleteNice picture..
Perhaps he is waiting somewhere else ;-)
DeleteShe seems to be a beautiful person with a kind and loving heart! anyways, I loved the story behind this poetry, too serious, emotional and kinda sad!
ReplyDeleteHope it turns happy for the lady soon :-)
DeleteVery Toulouse-Lautrec...
ReplyDeleteThose men with the abnormal gaits just cannot be trusted!
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DeleteQuite a story!
ReplyDeleteJust tried :-)
DeleteIf im not mistaken you have contacted Hephaistos, the lame smith god in your wanderings, congratulations !
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha ... I didn't contact Him, but I loved the comment :-)
DeleteI totally want this woman to run off with the painter or whom ever even if just for an evening! Great writing!
ReplyDeleteThanks Karen ... Probably the lady will wait for a few more hours :-)
DeleteGood things come to those that wait???? I hope.
ReplyDeleteLet's hope so :-)
DeleteWistful and entrancing.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot :-)
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