A song on waiting

By Noel Ihebuzor

 

The evening limps on dragging feet

slowly, the enlarging darkness of night

overruns the day

urging the dying day to bed and rest

the lights die out

as silence enfolds the enveloping darkness

and she waits

 

 

Time crawls on millipede feet

seconds last long like sluggish minutes

sadness and worry rest heavy

heavy on her restless pacing feet

(occasionally stamping feet)

as a damp blanket

 

Between pacing, stamping and sitting,

she stays on, stays up, eyes heavy

soul heavier, spirit drooping

wrestling with the harsh hands

of hurt and reality

that now strangle her dreams

and choke her soul

 

she checks the hum of every passing car

ears straining and acute

hearing the silent footfalls of footless spirits

responding to the call of the night

as they glide to their nocturnal haunts

 

And she wishes she could go forth like them

but she cannot

worry has hollowed her eyes

self pity erodes her soul

creeping doubt slowly strangles her self confidence

but courage and hope prop her up

 

and she wonders which company keeps him today

what outside tall tales inspire his loud laughter

what colored claws and lips

trace well perfected caresses on his frame

and bring sparkles and glitter

to his otherwise dead eyes

 

and she wonders

where all that intensity has flown

where, how, why and when

all that “we go die together” died,

where it was buried….

and she wonders and worries

as her mind wanders, and waits and hopes

 

 

and she sits, stands, sits,

sighs and waits…

waiting for the car lights in the drive way

for the well feigned contrition, the well rehearsed tales,

the unreliable car, the low battery…..

dreading the smell of alcohol and strange perfumes

and just wondering how long…yes, just how long before!

Advertisements

5 Responses to “A song on waiting”


  1. 1 boomiebol February 16, 2013 at 1:04 pm

    I like the imageries… Time crawls on millipede feet. Love it!!!

  2. 3 Susan L Daniels February 16, 2013 at 4:02 pm

    Oh, this one is sad, so sad, and heavy. Loved it in your book. The character waits for her unfaithful husband, in a combination of impatience and dread of hearing the same lies/excuses again. One wonders (or at least I do) if someday she will demand the truth from him, or if he will ever honor her feelings enough to tell her the truth. So sad for both of them, though my sympathies lie more with the woman;although both are wounded in this case.

  3. 4 Reading Pleasure February 20, 2013 at 3:31 pm

    Poignantly written. The sad but powerful tale of the wife of the cheating husband. 🙂

    • 5 Noel Ihebuzor February 21, 2013 at 3:52 am

      yes, indeed, and sadly so. The reality of sad lives trapped in a relationship where the bond is almost dead and where the self concept and esteem of the woman are the now the principal victims.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s




My calendar

February 2013
M T W T F S S
« Jan   Mar »
 123
45678910
11121314151617
18192021222324
25262728  

Blog Stats

  • 22,314 hits

My posts

February 2013
M T W T F S S
« Jan   Mar »
 123
45678910
11121314151617
18192021222324
25262728  

Twitter Updates


%d bloggers like this: