Patience
poem by:
Tanner Early
Written
on Jul 19, 2012
Over time, you’ve become familiar, Your presence is always welcome. Those days you’re here kindle the friendly fire. My heart opens, embracing its warmth. Though there comes the days you’re gone. That sends an icy breeze to stifle the flame. Alone, I try to stoke the wood, ignite a spark. The bitter chill of an empty night eats through me. I wait for the flame to return again, The last of the smoke floats away in the wind. A blanket shrouding me, I wait for warmth. I sleep not knowing if the fire will return. When awake, I see you’ve come back. The fire is high and bright in radiance. The familiar warmth has returned to me. When next you leave, I wait patiently, Knowing you’ll always be back.
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Trevor Cartwright commented:
Tanner, I like the poem a lot, Your word use is good. What is the meaning? Are you referring to a close friend?
Alice Dusenberry
commented:
Interesting poem. It seems to be uplifting and convey warm feelings about your friend.
Robert Kohlhammer
commented:
Nice, written with thought and patience.
