The Wait
Adrift,
alone, I pine,
everyday I look out,
separated by a window
waiting.
just for
one glance, one chance
to prove my commitment,
to pass the test of my patience,
my love.
will she
turn her face once?
will I hold on for life ?
even the flowers at the ledge
wither.
true love
blossoms swiftly
can it change with seasons?
skepticism has no solution
I’m stuck.
this room
is my prison
this pact – my albatross
now I regret my decision
gravely.
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Colleen and Rebecca Budd ~ ChasingArt.com, for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. I’ve written a Crown Cinquain.
Crown Cinquain is a sequence of five cinquain stanzas functioning to construct one larger poem. This poem has five stanzas, each with syllable count of 2/4/6/8/2.
I would like to express my profound gratitude to Denise, Diana, Mae Clair, Sandra Cox, Vera Day, Robbie Cheadle and Patricia for wonderful reviews of my latest poetry book, Fusion, which was released this month.







