The Wait

The Wait short poem

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Sitting in silence
surreptitiously meditating
on the everyday turmoils
and confusion that repulses
even the most hard-core
reality driven populists

Thoughts come and go
within the realm of
preposterous assumptions that convey
nothing of importance
Just pass the time
as you ponder what appears

to be insignificant in comparison
to the worldly
order of things
It’s random expressions
within the provisional games
that are constantly played

that function perfectly
without tension or power
that consume the
earthly paradise
that you have constructed
in your wild imagination.

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Frank Sheehan is a widely published poet having been published since 1996. His books include 7 chapbooks and 3 full-length collections. His work has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies. He has been a featured reader at venues throughout New York City and Long Island. He was born in Manhattan and currently resides in Long Beach, New York.
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