by Tanya Southey   Dec 22, 2019

We are somewhere
between the days before
and the days to come.
Waiting to see
a deadpan face, giving
away nothing of the
long-term prognosis.

We are somewhere
between the fire and the rain
waiting for sanity to arrive.
Will the future be smoke or mist?
Can we even hope for
the return of a gentle sun?

We are somewhere
between staying and going
and the agony of the neither
plays on the minds of millions,
lingering for leadership.

We are waiting for change,
polarised in our views,
arguing at every turn
while the world burns

© Tanya Southey


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  • 7 months ago

    by Vanessa

    Well put

  • 7 months ago

    by Brenda

    I do enjoy your writing Tanya! This caught in between world we all live in, I felt that. Well done-

  • 7 months ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    There's almost an eeriness I felt while reading this, and a vulnerability in never fully knowing what the future will be like. Making the decision between moving forward or staying, putting weight into our choices and wondering how much will be affected or if the world will be kind or cruel to us, nevertheless.

    Thoughtful as always, missed your writing, Tanya!

    • 7 months ago

      by Tanya Southey

      Thanks so much. I have still been doing my weekly poem but have been remiss posting here. Will reform my ways :)

  • 7 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    I liked the smooth ambiguity of this poem. It could be read to fit a situation where someone is waiting for medical results that could make or break someone's life or the much bigger image of politics and country leadership gone wrong. Clever and emotionally powerful write. Milly x

    • 7 months ago

      by Tanya Southey

      Milly spot on. I spent 8 weeks waiting for results while my mum was in hospital. My first draft had the doctor in the first line. Thanks for the feedback.

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