Sally Roberts

Waiting For The Light To Change

While waiting for the light to change,
driving nowhere- out of town.
Wishing, wanting time to stop,
or simply just slow down.

Exhausting pressured days ahead
weigh heavy on the mind,
Waiting for the light to change
and leave it all behind.

Lightening strikes the evening sky
and flashes through the night,
Expelling pictures- fade to black
an eerie haunting sight.

Too quick to blanket into void
this scene of grief and loss,
Flashed for seconds in the light
on a little wooden cross.

Worn days events begin to fade
when gazing on this scene,
While holding back the choking tears
before the light turns green.

It only takes but moments
for life to end so strange,
And how quickly thoughts will detour
waiting for the light to change.


Sally aka Foresdawn

PaintedDiary

Dear Ms Roberts,

What a different concept you have woven into your canvas. I like the fact that you took something we wait for everyday, several times a day (may even take for granted), as waiting for the light to change. Then, incorporate this with precious moments of life, life that can change at any moment, and never come back, yet the light will continue to change. The rhyme and meter in this was right on point. This was a heartfelt piece in addition to the beautiful form it portrays. Lovely..... Thank you for sharing.

Painted Diary aka Kimberly

Tanax

I love this poem, I really do.

It got a nice rythm, and a good sence of rhymes.
It just.. reach's me, can't tell you how, but it does.

Good job!

Jeez

Hi Forestdawn,

This is quite interesting
it's as if your braiding a
childs hair and telling of
the passages of life, a
verbal account of what
you have noticed.

Only you wrote it for
all of us to learn as well.

Thanks for the read.