Ok. I'm back now to share a poem with you. I haven't written a poem in ages and I have no idea if it fits any rhythm or proper poem form. I wrote it for the poetry party over at Abbey of the Arts!
It was an impulsive move and I feel all the better for it.
The prompt was "watching and waiting." Here's the poem:
Waiting for a sign.
What sort of sign?
Why a sign?
I have direct communication with the All That Is.
I have only to stop all my watching and straining.
Stop my waiting.