I wrote this as part of The Poetry School online course in Villanelles. The object of this exercise was to use enjambment.
I Cannot Play the
Waiting Game
I cannot play the waiting game with you
while roads remain unchartered out of here,
for when the sun is shining cares are few.
I want excitement! Everything that’s new
is like a boat that’s meant for me to steer.
I cannot play the waiting game with you
when chances beckon, call and coax and woo.
I can’t hold back; my pulses race and cheer,
for when the sun is shining cares are few.
My heart begins to stir and that’s my cue;
then morning skies come creeping blue and clear.
I cannot play the waiting game with you.
Nor can I stay when all within my view
are rainbow wishes leading me from here,
for when the sun is shining cares are few.
I know that to myself I must be true
and wasted chances fill heart with fear.
I cannot play the waiting game with you,
for when the sun is shining cares are few.
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