Late..

Ever wondered what it feels like?

'Why so late?', you wonder.

Late.. such a cloaked mystery to begin with.

Late, delayed

tardy, late.

Waiting

Like a suspense in a thriller, a mystery,

time taken to trigger a loaded a gun.

Waiting

Like anticipation when heart fails a beat,

or when a player kicks the ball in a fleet.

Waiting

Like a druggie waiting for a next fix,

a lover for another heated kiss.

'Why so late!', you ask,

but why, my darling!

Life is late to start.

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

Everything happens in it's own time… wondering and waiting and worrying of the time passing does little to hurry it along… life happens in it's own time. Eloquent expression of that. The visual layout of the poem also adds impact to the words.

I'm a little confused by the line, "or when player kicks the ball in the fleet." What does "fleet" mean in this line? "Fleet" is either agile, as in "fleet-footed" or a bunch of ships, as in "the fleet."

[Sindu]

Thanks a lot! That's what i intended to say.
Yup. Fleet as in agile.. like a footballer kicking.. I wrote it during football season

[Georgiana]

Beautiful! I really enjoyed reading this. Your use of listing reflects the fact that waiting and perhaps pondering are involved in the event. I think this is one of the many reasons it is such a lovely read and it works so well. Very well-structured, well done!

[Sindu]

Its great that you can see it. Thanks a lot for the appreciation.

[Mary Bosworth]

Wonderful!!
What a wonderfully deep and motivational dark piece

[Sindu]

Thank you :)