Waiting

[George]

The days are long

But then

time

slips between two pale sheets and

nothing seems to bud. A sigh

tumbles out like a lazy butterfly.

Rainy days have drawn themselves around me

like wet stockings.

And I wait,

as if counting down the days

with chalk

on a cement wall.

Hello, I really like the imagery you created in this poem, was really interesting to see. I'm not sure what you are getting with the one line stanzas (is it to create a slower tempo? I'm not sure).

I would liked to see more of a central image, instead of a few short ones for this kind of theme, maybe focus more on the nature aspect of things and keep the lazy butterfly and rainy days image, the wet stockings seem a little weird. The chalk and the cement wall also don't fit into the archetype but honestly it's a pretty good poem overall. Good job.