James Jarrett

Rookie - 173 Points (1963 / California)

End Game - Poem by James Jarrett

I wander through
the days now
waiting
I am becoming
purpose
All of the other things
are slowly
dropping away
Surreal machinations
move things closer
Inching day by day
In the meantime
Life speeds by
without me
Blinding lights
speeding traffic
and all I can do
is wait
wait
Until I can wait no more


Comments about End Game by James Jarrett

  • Veteran Poet - 1,897 Points Sally Plumb Plumb (5/10/2013 12:48:00 AM)

    Marking time, I call it. Mysterious. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 46,737 Points Gajanan Mishra (4/17/2013 8:21:00 PM)

    Time and tide - no wait. thanks. good write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 18, 2013


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