Awaiting

Summary

The text reflects on the theme of waiting in life, from mundane daily occurrences to significant life events, and questions the necessity and impact of this perpetual anticipation.

Abstract

The poem "Awaiting" delves into the universal experience of waiting, highlighting the anticipation embedded in everyday moments and life's milestones. The author, Georgiana Petec, expresses a desire to break free from the cycle of waiting that pervades both the creation and reception of her poetry, as well as the routine of daily life. From the wait for the morning to pass to the anticipation of feedback on her work, Petec contemplates the omnipresence of waiting and its effects on patience and personal growth. The poem suggests a sense of frustration with the constant deferral of life's moments, juxtaposing the routine waits with the profound realization of having waited a lifetime for something meaningful. Despite the mundane nature of the examples provided, the poem underscores the depth of emotion and thought that can accompany the act of waiting.

Opinions

The author views waiting as a pervasive and often burdensome aspect of life.
There is a sense of irony in the poet's creation of a poem about waiting, which itself becomes an object of anticipation.
The poem suggests that waiting can lead to a sense of stagnation and a desire to move past it.
Petec seems to critique the societal norm of constant anticipation and its impact on individual fulfillment.
The poem conveys a longing for moments of immediacy and a break from the cycle of waiting.
The author implies that waiting can overshadow the present moment, potentially leading to a life spent in a state of deferral.

There’s always a Thursday we’re waiting for…

I’m trying to shake off this perpetual wait for the next day, for the next moment for whatever comes next.

Even this poem is an anticipation as there’ll be a wait for it to be published, a wait for who reads it, a wait for the claps, not to mention the comments.

I’m waiting now for the morning to be over, my coveted morning for writing and myself. The snores from the living room and my little guy’s movements make me want it to be over, for me to move on.

Why there is so much wait, why we forever allow it, these are my thoughts right now, when I didn’t even know I’m here to stay. “I’ve waited my whole life for this,” I hear every now and again, how terrible a thing to hear, to happen, even only now and then.

I’m writing platitudes this morning, not even one memorable image, yet all my thoughts are on the waiting, and on the patience we put in. I’ve learned the patience gig with care diligent and attentive in my halt, now all I want is to despair, to eliminate the wait.

Awaiting: -for the day to start -for the rain to stop -for the family to wake up -for the snow to drop -for the coffee to drip -for the kettle to boil -for the bacon to fry -for the waffles to make -for breakfast to be over -for the dishes to be cleaned -for a certain email -for a call to be made -for a Zoom meeting scheduled -for a class we may take —

Oh, do continue please, I was just getting started, when I realized I couldn’t wait to finish, but there’s too much to say.

Thank you so much for reading. Happy Holidays with peace, joyful moments and mountains of love! 🙏🎊🎍

Thank you so much 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊 for the Thursday (poetry challenge): Anticipation — Write a poem about the feelings you experience or things you notice while waiting for something.

There’s always a Thursday we’re waiting for…

Awaiting

There’s always a Thursday we’re waiting for…

Hesitation

Fiction Friday

Writing

prompt: a human interaction or person becomes inanimate

Parent

Wednesday: Describe a decision you’re facing right now. Which path will lead to most growth?