Benching In The Field

Another episode of ‘long time no see’ and here I come again to Magpie Tales’ poetry prompts, which I enjoy particularly, but haven’t written to for a … yeah, you got it.
Magpie Tales Prompt #189

Imbibing the vernacular
and waiting…
Sitting lonely among the clocks
Expecting quietly to hear
the toll of at least one of their bells.

Smoothly dressed, and neatly ready
for the storm.
It is an open field, after all.
No matter that the clocks may need some shelter.
No matter you may need someone to talk to
or just frown to.

Impaired by the numb activity
of sitting
and believing.

©2013 Mariya Koleva

6 replies on “Benching In The Field”

  1. Helen says:

    I enjoyed this … for whom the bell tolls ~ sitting, waiting would definitely be numbing.

  2. Tess Kincaid says:

    Someone to frown to…it’s not the same frowning to oneself…

  3. I agree with Tess that line struck me the most as well, beautifully done

  4. soul mary says:

    Thanks a lot, friends 🙂

  5. Anna :o] says:

    Well done. Ah that waiting…
    Anna :o]

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