Tag: patience

For Day 27, the prompt is the experience of waiting patiently and the experience of waiting impatiently.

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At times, I’ve little patience, but it grows,

And, at times the world’s crystalline, and I can wait forever.

Later, the world grates, clenching hands, head aching;

The ring of clanging of conversations throbs and loudness is a foghorn;

Conversing without tact, or not conversing enough has consequences.

I’m a quite one, I unravel decisions in my head;

Working through possibilities, still returning to the beginning.

Sometimes, I choose with my heart, there’s no other choice;

The heart wants what it wants beyond reason.

But, I’ve no piercing need for noise — I say what I need, respond with what words fit.

When I’m in the zone I’ll with patience explain,

When you’re off on a tangent, my mind might not follow,

My concentration flickers.

I’m happiest and patient chatting with one person, or a small group;

Not everyone’s a conversationalist, but I converse when I trust.

It drives me nuts when the story has a point, we’ve all reached —

But, the speaker circles, never reaching it.

They meander rabbit trails, when we all require —

A trail to the point, the denouement; patience depends on topic too.

In one situation, you can handle a talk or lecture,

With fascination, learning, and connection absorb.

Other times, you’re edgy, agitated — it’s not the speakers fault,

But sometimes your mind’s shot.

Let that not offend you, I’ve limits as everyone,

But, I’m genuine, I listen when it matters;

I breath deep, let the world spin, let your yarns spiral;

Hoping loose-ends tie together before patience tumbles.

Maybe, you love to talk so you don’t stop,

Nothing’s wrong with that some are out-loud thinkers.

Some of my favourite people are and were superb talkers,

Solutions reached through problem solving in conversation.

On a good day that’s fascinating, but if after hours you keep on gabbing,

I’ll beg respite, a catnap too let clarity and listening sharpen.

No longer impatient — it’s a fact of life, we all lose attention.

But, I wonder if we listened accurately,

If those introverted made an effort to better explain.

Or, if those extroverted paused more to listen,

We all might discover patience with understanding?

If we listen, we might learn more about each other,

We might note conversation goes beyond talk.

Observing how body language alters; hands express and talk alone,

While facial expressions differ — smiles, frowns, lips bite, and varied other faces.

Eyes alight or fade to dark, obsidian, azure, charcoal-brown,

Toes point, knees change direction, arms cross, and palms open.

How someone turns with expression pained,

While voice tone increases, lingers higher or lower, upset, or anxious.

Observing others well, means calm your impatience,

And yet, some words are powerful, vital, and life changing.

You’ll never hear them twice (though you’ll yearn to your whole life),

You’re not allowed — stardust moments are as comets;

You’ll forever think, wonder why you couldn’t answer,

Why you’re too impatient to stay and listen.

Or, that you’ve been too patient with some,

And missed another’s vital talk full of information.

Words that have flitted by and disappeared,

You cannot answer or hear matters of significance.

Now, you’ve learned, you’ll know better; how to be patient —

And when to let impatience be.

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