For Jack.


Waiting


Must you make me wait?
Dream or myth the words still burn.
Pull the string of fate.
I wonder, will I ever learn?

Dream or myth the words still burn;
I daydream, do you ponder still?
I wonder, will I ever learn?
I seek your words against my will.

I daydream, do you ponder still?
I pray and walk and days go by.
I seek your words against my will,
Not knowing hurts; don’t ask me why.

I pray and walk and days go by.
Touch the flame—I beg you.
Not knowing hurts; don’t ask me why.
Love me as you long to.

Touch the flame—I beg you!
Pull the string of fate.
Love me as you long to—
Must you make me wait?

Ahhh, happened on this just as I was about to log out. I like the lightly melancholy-ness of your pantoum. Doesn't devolve into self-pity but rises above it to questioning contemplation, see-sawing between patient and impatient waiting.

Lovely tribute to Jack!

Beautifully written and wonderfully expressed.

I’m not only flattered but also immensely delighted and impressed.

Blue skies have returned from a gray weekend.

You said you were going to try to write a pantoum, my friend you have conquered it.

Jack