Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Tense Darkness

by Farida Samerkhanova

I am waiting for you in the middle of the night

And there comes a moment when

My body turns boneless and indifferent

Like a soft cotton pad

Every cell of my brain is plugged with disappointment and fatigue

I stop distinguishing between the sounds around me

The drops of rain jingling against the unfriendly surface of the roof

Your tires whispering something to the wet pavement

A distant neighbour’s garbage bin being dragged along the driveway

Your cautious steps on the telltale creaking kitchen floor

The irritating ticking of the clock on the bedroom wall

And my own miserable heart beating


  1. AnonymousJuly 20, 2010

    So very nice.

    Another new name to remember--Farida Samerkhanova.

    And if English is Farida's second language, all the greater is this achievement.

    Donal Mahoney

  2. AnonymousJuly 20, 2010

    Thank you for the nice words about my poetry, Sir. English is my third! Farida

  3. AnonymousJuly 20, 2010

    I get the feeling you dont like what youre waiting for .I enjoyed the imagery.
    Laura Whelton

  4. I like this.