i'm at the gate, waiting for my plane that's delayed

obsessively checking the board to see if its been canceled


metaphorically speaking


waiting at the gate



part one



i am sure of you, so sure


why then

has time let doubt peek into our intimacy


have i said too much, asked too much, needed too much

been too quick to oblige


i have no resistance, none, to you

want none


this could be construed as weakness



i resolve to take your hand in mine

let doubt watch

if it thinks voyeurism is a sound tactic


it isn't


god, what is this obsession with fourteen lines




part two


i have no doubt











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Written on 2016-01-22 at 05:32

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Waiting for planes, buses and trains is a time when things are thought over too much. Our brains overheat :)

Ghost of Heino
part three

I have read this poem three times today and each time I feel it deeper. There is so much that is not said, but I notice that it begins, "I am sure of you, so sure."
And it ends with, "I have no doubt" which tells me, the in between are only jittets. Whatever step you want to take,you have already taken it. Leave your doubts behind you and open the gate. Very well written musings.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I've been on that seesaw, in airport lounges, even.

Refusing to write a trite comment because I cant think of an appropriate response but understand that I've made a mark in the comments because the work needs to be appreciated

I agree with Nancy. The whispering, weary ghost of a persona. Time to reinvent oneself in one-liners.

Nancy Sikora
"let doubt watch if it thinks voyeurism is a sound tactic"... Oooh, great line!!

Obsessed with fourteen lines? Perhaps a ghost whispers in your ear as you write...

The mind observing its own layers of contradictory thinking. I laughed out loud. I enjoyed the personified, voyeuristic Doubt. What a little bastard. And the poet's frustration with his own habits, and how that frustration itself constructs the lamented 14th line, and then breaks the cycle in part two.