Handkerchief in my pocket..(poem of a waiting room)


knotted handkerchief abused
by tense hands and twining fingers
waiting,
the clutch of something
that makes hands unable
to steady, relax, lay still.

The fabric reveals a thought
of all that could be broken
bears the brunt of words unspoken
and worries that slither deftly
underneath a guarded hope
as it gives voice to fear
forbidden, and pushed away.

The hands reveal a thinking
circling the mind like pecking birds
as one thought repeats and is forced westward
“something bad will happen, something bad will happen”

One slender thought holds sanity
“It will be alright, it has to be, have faith, believe in love”
Pray and wait..pray and wait..
no matter the outcome
the hands have released the feeling
as a handkerchief bears witness
to life being lived.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

3 thoughts on “Handkerchief in my pocket..(poem of a waiting room)

  1. That’s a beautifull well made poem, Bekki. The tightness of the hands is reflected in the language and syntax and the resolution is perfectly paced. You rock!

  2. I think you are too. Perhaps it is confidence allowing you to experiment and relax more without losing that essential Bekki-ness that makes your work so original and wonderful.

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