Creations From a Genuine Heart

Waiting.

Slight icy spikes

pierce me as I stand here,

waiting...

Who shall come,

I do not know.

I just wait here,

in the mist.

Streetlights fill me with

warmth,

love,

hope.

Here in the rain,

I wait.

The small white dome I carry

protects me outside,

but not in.

Only a sliver if hope,

I stand and wait,

in the glistening rain.

My purse grows heavy

with a note I've commit to memory.

I wait for them to return

but I am left in the drizzle

waiting.

Th hope flickers out,

but still I wait,

forever trapped

in the warmth of the streetlights.

For everything else is wistful.

A/N:

Welcome to my book of original poems! If you haven't already please check out my scomiche fanfic if your into that! I started things off with my favorite poem I have ever written. This is an ekphrastic free verse poem. That means it is a poem about a work of art written in a free verse form. The picture attached is what this poem is based off of. The updates for this will be random and whenever I get inspiration for a new poem. I hope you enjoy these poems! I always enjoy feed back so please comment and let me know what you think of each poem!