Not sure what this is about!


Waiting room


Drip

drop

tick

tock

the witching hour
has arrived.

The room is empty
a heart has stopped
the driver says good-bye.

The lilac flower
bows her head
and the violins begin to cry.

A cascade of colours
that turn to grey
beneath a chiselled why.

At the water's edge
a crippled mind
a reflection
out of time.

This planet earth
a waiting room
please form
an orderly line.


© Rik - 08/04/2006




Poetry by Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-04-08 at 02:40

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Amanda K
well i didn't know that waiting room does worth b4 coming across your poem.A good one.

All the best,
Amanda K
2006-07-15


Troll
well i don't know if you don' t know... but whatever it's about it's good. it's got all this tragedy, and then a genius touch with the orderly line (to death?) thing going on, it seems to be a statement on reality. are we being fed death intraveiniously??

touching too, is the idea of lilacs with bowed heads and violins crying. it's like a _huge_ statement, a drama, a flurry of thought so large it's hard to sum up.

did i even say anything of substance in all those words?? because what i was trying to say is ~*wow*~ there is so much room for thought and interpretation on this one, it's just amazing. awesome, awesome, awesome!!
2006-04-23


Mirage
Really beautiful! And I find a lot of truth in it, expressed so poetically. Bookmarked.
2006-04-09


Veld Cooper
Another brilliant write, Rik!
2006-04-09



Waiting to be admitted into the heavenly dentist's presence?...
If life is a waiting room, Rik, you are an unusually interesting magazine...
2006-04-08


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
another very subtle poem from your pen

Prophetic in its depth rgds mike
2006-04-08


liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
given me shivers down my back reading it -
I think if you repeat the first stanza it woulg be better - sorta like poe's "Hark the raven, nevermore'' with the drip drop tick tock if you chose to repeat it.

Liz.
2006-04-08


Kathy Lockhart
The "what it's about" for me is our time on earth is a waiting room just like you say. We are waiting to move on to another time, another life, another place. I see death, loss, grief, and saddness and the ever asking of "why did this happen." Also because we are only in the waiting room, I also see hope. Good one
2006-04-08


Jon Hanover
I like it. It is chaotic and symbolic enough to get me in the waiting room as well. Good write.
2006-04-08

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