Frank Cavano’s most recent poem to appear here was Seasons of the Mind, 2nd Runner-up in the First-Ever vox poetica Poetry Contest (January 2011).
Waiting For God, Oh
By Frank Cavano
Lost in the chair, the chair of tiger-like
stripes, waiting for what, an inspiration?
You are gone from me now banished by
my impudence, my mind whistling, chest
puffing effrontery. Waiting for–words?
You owe me nothing, nothing more. Still
I wait, a toothless tiger dreaming You are
stripes, waiting for what, an inspiration?
You are gone from me now banished by
my impudence, my mind whistling, chest
puffing effrontery. Waiting for–words?
You owe me nothing, nothing more. Still
I wait, a toothless tiger dreaming You are
prey but knowing, in Your time, You will
feed me love thoughts.
I loved, loved, loved this poem. Especially how it ended. Frank-this is HOT!
An intriguing spiral.
A great piece Frank.