she comes when she will
it’s not my place to say
that now should be the time
or where or when
or how or why
or what about
or anything
I can only gaze at stars
say thank you
for brief fleeting inspirations
when she comes
I am willing
waiting
© Frank Prem, 2009
Frank Prem Poetry 
Nice!
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Enjoyed your poem, very much
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This is really lovely.
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To wait for love is so very true. Only a few can grasp the concept. I appreciate your offering. Please keep up the good work. You poured yourself into this one. I felt it as it resonated with honesty and humility.
Harlem,
Heaven is at the foot of Mother…
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Hey Harlem.
Thank you.
I’ll keep them coming, but as always, at the pleasure of the muse.
Thanks for stopping by. Cheers, Frank
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And there’s always life to get on with in the meantime, Frank 🙂 🙂
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Yes, Jo, like trying to write the next thing the muse will allow, and hoping it’s a thing of wonder. Ah well, can hope, at least. Thanks for dropping by.
Cheers,
Frank
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