BLUE CHAIR my readings for 12 Dec 2024
theme: WAITING
possible prompt for performers: When are you coming home? Are you coming home?
I have Three to read:
a song from 2010, a new one for the prompt, one AI wrote for the prompt
A
song, inspired by my great aunt talking about being old and living
alone. She said the years go by so fast, but the days are long. A recording of it can be found on Reverbnation.com/jimmylee :
COUNTING STARS
The years go by so fast
the hours all rushin' through
but the days go by so slow
when i'm here without you
Where are you now
shouldn't you be here with me
counting the stars
and dancing through the leaves
The years go by so fast
the hours all rushin' through
but the days they take so long
when i'm here without you
shouldn't you be here by now
I waited up all night you know I do
and the days are so very long
when i'm here without you
Where are you now
shouldn't you be here with me
counting the stars
and dancing through the leaves
Written for this week's prompt:
WAITING
waiting to be born
to be alive
to learn to walk
to talk
to run
waiting for christmas
for the school bus
for recess
for your best friend
for spring break
for summer
to go swimming
to grow up
to learn to drive
to graduate
to go out dancing
for a reason
waiting for a chance
waiting to hear you got the job
for the first paycheck
to hear back about the home loan
to get the key to the house
waiting for the paint dry
for the lights to get turned on
for the water to get turned on
for the cable guy between 10am and 4pm
for the light bill
for the cable bill
for the next paycheck to pay the water bill
for the repair guy
waiting
for a day off
for a vacation
for a promotion
for a new job offer before you quit
waiting for the holidays
waiting at your parents' doctor appointment
waiting at the hospital
for the doctor
waiting for the call
to give the eulogy
for grief to pass
to get back to your life
for a chance
for a reason
waiting
to not be waiting
to be alive again
written by a Chatbot given the prompt
In the quiet hours of anticipation,
Where time stretches out like an endless sea,
I find myself lost in contemplation,
As I wait for what is yet to be.
Each moment hangs like a delicate thread,
Unraveling the fabric of my patience,
In the space between words left unsaid,
I navigate the depths of my own existence.
The world outside moves at its own pace,
While I linger in this suspended state,
Caught between hope and uncertainty's embrace,
I wrestle with the burden of waiting's weight.
Yet in this stillness, I find a kind of grace,
A chance to breathe and learn to be,
For in the art of waiting, I embrace
The beauty of what is, and what's yet to come for me.
