How much longer must I sit
Here, silent.
Looking at you across the lake,
Examining the waves, the sky, the water,
Watching you come towards me,
Your open arms,
A prisoner to stubborn doubt.
There is safety in the shadows,
There is certainty in the twilight,
In the sombre dance and the
Sweet air of resignation.
For in random conversations,
For in justified structures,
Rumour’s gusts throw cares,
As false airs splinter
Into an awkward situation.
How much longer must I sit
Here, silent.
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Written for Theme Thursday
Life From A Park Bench 
Doubt definitely can hold a person a prisoner sometime…..especially if there are rumors involved. I really liked the illustration you used too, Alan.
Long as, long as … Especially when that person or group rushing toward you seems to have none, right? What if? What if? What if everything were all right? Your poem hits the safety factor right on target. I’m so glad I am over this.
Doubt and waiting can be so very painful. Thank you for your kind words upon my blog. I enjoyed your poem, it flowed with such ease, making it a real pleasure to read.
This line stood out for me: A prisoner to stubborn doubt. ~ Thanks for your visits Alan ~
Beautiful poetry.
http://joycelansky.blogspot.com/2014/01/doubts.html
Questions, questions! how much longer, yes! Yearnings and hopes come together. That is a good combination. Wonderful write alan!
Hank
Such a mood you’ve created in your poem. That space of unknowing, of waiting.
Doubt can be a prison…that’s for sure! This very thought provoking. The picture is great too 🙂