Waiting – haibun for dVerse

The waiting room was full today – full of people, and of stories. A couple holding hands, age-knotted fingers tightly intertwined. A mother and a daughter, clinging so closely to each other, I couldn’t tell which was the patient, which the protector. A dapper man in a trilby and a winter coat, dropping in from some noir movie. Two blondes sharing a single magazine, heads together.

The waiting room was full today. Full of fear, and love.

world is frost-whitened

each blade of grass sharp and clean

waiting for sunrise

Imelda is keeping the bar at dVerse tonight. It’s haibun night, and we are writing about waiting.

29 thoughts on “Waiting – haibun for dVerse

  1. This is excellent.
    I think I felt this the deepest: “I couldn’t tell which was the patient, which the protector”
    I also love the sound of these lines, and the intriguing details: “A dapper man in a trilby and a winter coat, dropping in from some noir movie. Two blondes sharing a single magazine, heads together.”
    The haiku is perfect. The start of a fresh new day. Sometimes that is where healing lies, in another sunrise, another do-over. Forgetting the past, but remembering just the right tidbits to carry in our pockets.

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  2. I hate waiting in the hospital and being in that waiting room. The time there is agonizing. You really captured the scene. And I love your haiku of world in white, waiting for sunrise.

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  3. Existentially, the waiting room is a metaphor for purgatory. Your poet’s eye peopled the room divinely. Like Grace and Bjorn have done with their poems about subway rides.

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  4. In waiting rooms, I’m always reminded of an old TV show titled “Naked City” that started with the words “There are a million stories in the naked city ….” I liked your words.

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  5. I always feel uncomfortable in waiting rooms and have to immerse myself in a book to cope with it. I enjoyed your observations, Sarah; people –watching is an interesting way to pass the time. And I love the blades of grass waiting for sunrise!

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