Tha Sands of Thyme

Waiting.
Waiting for tomorrow.
Waiting for my roots to take hold.
Waiting for my leaves to sprout humble buds.
Waiting to exhale a breath of fragrant zephyr.
Waiting to be harvested and dried in the sun.
Waiting 'till the planting time comes.
Waiting for my posterity to be scattered to the four winds like seeds.
Waiting to see them grow.
I am still and always shall be,
Waiting.

— Rhiannon, May 28, 2010

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Tah

16 years ago

How true, we’re always

How true, we're always waiting. Regardless where we are in life, regardless of what stage of life we're in.... we're waiting. Very proud of you!

Breakinglogic

16 years ago

Good job Rhiannon

You did well to describe a cycle. Your vocabulary is also excellent. As far as starting each line with waiting, it has its pros and cons. Thats as far as I want to get into that. Just know that you can achieve the pro effects without the cons by splitting the poem into stanzas and starting each stanza with 'waiting'; but the poem would have to be made longer as a result. All said and done, Great job :) hopefully this proves as constructive for you. peace and cheers, logic