May 27, 2010
By Rebecca Goodpasture BRONZE, San Diego, California
Rebecca Goodpasture BRONZE, San Diego, California
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Chiming, the clock laughs
At his solidarity
Moving on, as with the room,
Though he stays still.
At five minutes the waiter
Asked if he was ready
A damp palm he’d held up
No, no, a few more.
At ten he resigned to a glass of water
Switched to vodka, straight up
At twenty past that.
After thirty his neck burned
With the eyes of those kept waiting
And at an hour even the single rose
Wilted into the tabletop,
No longer either able to
Excuse the time away.
Five more minutes he promises
But blinking from door to face
The clock suddenly chimes.
So resigned he arises,
As if those few seconds are of importance.
At last standing, he sighs and turns
Leaving behind shriveled petals
And wasted time.

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on Jun. 25 2010 at 7:10 pm
MaketheFlame GOLD, Queens Village, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Like an angel with two broken wings. Reach for the sky again. Like the devil, meant for better things. I will find my place on high"

Wow. That was absolutely beautiful. You paced it and showed the passing of time really well and I really got a portrait of this lonely man


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