June 7, 2013 Waiting – A Tanka 8 Comments I grow old waiting Knowing you will never come Wasting my short time Logic tells me to move on But hope keeps me locked in place ~ ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~ Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related Posted by Dom DiFrancesco in Poetry Tagged: dreams, heart, heartbreak, hope, let go, life, living, longing, love, move on, passion, poem, poetry, romance, tanka, time, waiting, wasting
Sometimes we need to let go and be at peace with what we cannot change, but of course this is different for each person. Your time will come when you are ready. :) Reply
Nice Tanka – but – oh so sad.
Thank you RoSy, it can be sad
ahhhhh, advice i should probably consider. :)
Sometimes we need to let go and be at peace with what we cannot change, but of course this is different for each person. Your time will come when you are ready. :)
Well, this is certainly an apt description of my wait to hear from the agents I queried. Sigh.
Thank you and I’m glad you can relate. :)
I really like that one.
Thank you very much, I appreciate that.