Southern Noah
Dec 14, 2020

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Waiting Room Poetry

1

“It’s the weight” the Doctor said
I know it is, I thought.
I try to fill the empty spaces
but they mostly remain unsatisfied.
It’s hard to be patient and persistent
and reach for just the right words.
So here I am, just
waiting in the poetry room.

2

When I get to the church
I know he’ll already be there,
my husband to be.
with his gorgeous looks
with his sunburst smile
with his written songs.
my waiting groom poet.

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Southern Noah

A contented student, artist and maker, never watch television and have "alternative” attitudes. I love reading, spinning, growing things, writing and creating.