DP Daily Prompts: 10,000 Spoons

….when all you need is a knife might not be ironic, but it is unfortunate. Add your own verse,stanza, or story of badly–timed annoyance to AlanisMorisette’s  classic:

An old man turned ninety-eight

He won the lottery and died the next day

It’s a black fly in your chardonnay

It’s a death row pardon two minutes too late

And isn’t it ironic— don’t you think

 

It’s like arriving to dinner an hour late

The dining hall is closed, oh why didn’t they wait

You are hungry there is no food to eat

You see the cook giving his dog some treat

And isn’t it ironic — don’t you think

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Day after day I sit and wait

Does she realize she is late

Dark clouds look scary  in the sky

Do I call her or do I sigh!

 

Day after day I sit and wait

Dare I call her or watch the gate

Deathly silence is making me weary

Disregard me I cannot be cheery

 

Day after day I sit and wait

Deserves she anything but hate

Divine help I need to find her

Doggone I have to find her!

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Tagore song (title happiness) post and translated by Ranu

watchful waiting (Photo credit: jeffreyw)

I am happy to watch and wait,

the games of sun and shadow,

changing of season from monsoon

to spring.

Strangers passing me by

with their news.

The soft breeze spreading its

pleasant scent.

I will have my doors wide open

I’ll be alert all day,

waiting and watching

for the auspicious moment,

when it suddenly shows up.

I will be able to meet.

Until then I’ll laugh and

sing inwardly.

Feel the soft breeze with its

beautiful scent floating my   way

As I happily wait for the auspicious moment!

DP Daily Prompt: A Bend in Time Post by Ranu

English: Rabindranath Tagore Русский: Рабиндранат Тагор (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Tagore says ,he is happy to wait and see the changing of seasons. He’d much rather sit with his doors open all by himself,and let people pass by him giving the news. This is his satisfaction,so that when the desired being shows up,he’d be ready with his arms outstretched ready to welcome his most beloved moment.It is obvious from his poem it doesn’t matter if time almost seems  standing still.

Poets are a very different breed than normal humans like me. I’m probably too restless, I want things to move like the famous,”Concord”,which I believe is grounded. It was too fast. Will I like to be grounded,heavens a capital,’NO’.

I’ve had my excitement,I wasn’t giddy,my excitement had to be controlled. I was waiting to hear if I was selected to study, M.ed. I was given a battery of tests,with very little time for each section. I usually zip through my tests this one was more important, I had to make sure I’d be selected. So I waited and waited for that envelope to come to my door.  The envelope finally arrived, I was excited and concerned at the same time. Either I made it or didn’t. Slowly I opened the letter. I read the first few lines,you are selected and to report on such and such date. I did not read the whole letter. I was satisfied to know I passed the exam. I always have trouble waiting.

I wish I  could be like Tagore waiting patiently for the news  and while waiting,  singing and laughing  in my mind,how great it would be!