God’s Waiting Room
written by: Robin McNamara
@robbiemac72
As he sat in God’s waiting room,
And cast his mind back to the past.
When he’d thrown a disenchanted
glance at the moon,
And wrote about a love
That didn’t last.
The folly of the path he took,
Was lost in irony a bitter sigh.
The words carved from mind,
They mistook and threw
A jaundiced eye
Over toiled work he’d thought,
Would ‘May’ the spring day brighter.
With a way of words that
couldn’t be taught.
His later pages stayed much whiter
Than what was said before,
As his mind grew feeble and old.
Dusk danced and came
to the fore,
The fire went out and
In crept the cold.
APRIL 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Robin McNamara is a widely published poet from Ireland. His debut pamphlet, Under a Mind’s Staircase was published with Hedgehog Poetry Press (2021). Recently nominated for the Pushcart Prize for ‘Apple Picking Season’ from Under a Mind’s Staircase. His first full collection, Monochrome Heart is due to be published in 2022.
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