Waiting

in the the harrowing lights and shadows, waiting,

a process starting with a hope

becoming weird

as when waiting

at a coffee house table

trying to escape eyes, the irksome part

of waiting.

Waiting,

a life time metaphor that threatens to swallow.

Waiting,

a passionate faith in intuitive hope

which leads you to leave the shadows

and stand in the blaring light.

The eternal time becomes eternity

as you stand leaning against a wall,

a confused witness of the traffic of lights blinking around,

red, blue purple and violet.

Coarsely grinding the hours into particles of moments.

You need only to remember Edward Hopper

to catch all the nuances of waiting,

of all the women,

waiting, the solitude, the brooding, dark, invisible, eternally sad.

Sushama Karnik.

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Françoise Dhulesia

Such a just and fine analysis of waiting!

There is like a scenography in waiting, in its dramatization, in the isolation of a character in a crude light, when time seems to stop or stretch endlessly. Yes, in Hopper's paintings, the women seem to be wai… 

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Sushama Karnik

Françoise Dhulesia You have perfectly spotted all the connections between the poem and Hopper's leitmotif of almost all his paintings with your comment.