I come each day, looking for you
one among so many people
displaced, separated
lost.
Parents from children, husbands from wives
brothers, sisters, friends and lovers,
divided in the melee
of disaster.
Each day I come looking for you
one among so, so many
hanging on to hope
searching for a sign.
Day after day, still there is nothing
but I know in my heart
you’re still out there.
And so I wait.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #43 photo prompt.
Image credit: Kyle Glenn- Unsplash
luna's on line 
Oh, the agony of waiting. It hurts the heart!
Beautifully done once again, Chris. And I see you’re reading Colin Dexter! Is that a Morse novel? I used to read those all the time!
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Oh yes, both for the waiting and the novel. It’s the penultimate one. I have the final one on my shelves, too. Can you believe I’ve only recently discovered the books, despite being a fan of the TV series for many, many years? They are so well written, and I adore Morse’s orthographic pedantry!
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I cried when I read the last one, and again watching the show, and again when John Thaw passed. I used to have most of the novels, but I had to get rid of a number of them when we moved. Maybe I’ll pick up one of my few paperbacks this fall…
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I’ve picked up a few from the second-hand book store. I’m sure they’re worth re-reading. I have to say, I’m not sure I want to read the final one. I’m bound to cry too.
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It’s why I’ve never re-read Christie’s CURTAIN, too. I went through it once…nope, not doing it again. Sigh.
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I’m worried about Ian Rankin’s ‘Rebus’ as well.
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What a poignant and perfectly balanced piece. Beautifully sad.
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Thanks, Matthew. I hope I only have to go through that in my imagination.
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Oh, the pain and yet the hope! Beautiful, Chris.
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Thanks, Punam! At least we still have hope.
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So we do! You are welcome.
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Chris, I like both the poem and the photo. I hate waiting and not knowing! All the best! Cheryl
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Thanks, Cheryl! Uncertainty can be so crippling.
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Oh Chris this is such a moving poem. Thanks for joining in the challenge
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Thanks so much, Sadje! Another helpful prompt to kick start the week 🙂
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You’re always welcome my friend
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How many are feeling this way. Just waiting and praying. Beautifully wrote.
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Thanks, Gary 🙂 Keep safe.
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The wait is always painful. But it is best to tie it with hope. Yearning and beauty both weaved well in your words Chris!
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Thank you so much, Radika 🙂
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That twisted repetition is so powerful, in a poem that is quite heartbreaking. Beautiful, Chris.
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Thanks for your kind words, Cath 🙂
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you describe the pain and angst of so many … not knowing, lost or confused!
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…and so much uncertainty in the world. We can only hope for better.
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it can only improve …
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Chris Hall I nominate you for Sunshine Bloggers Award. Visit my blog for rules and information..
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Thank you Radhesh, I am honoured. I’m sorry that I no longer participate in awards, but I’ll happily support you and your writing 🙂
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Alright Chris…
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Love it!
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I’m so glad you do!
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Waiting is the worst part. Beautifully written, Chris. Such a heartfelt post. I could feel the agony
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Thanks, Shweta 🙂
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So many dreams of hope are on that board. Your words nailed it Chris.
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Thanks, so much, Darnell 🙂
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[…] The Message Board […]
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Your poignant poem brought to mind so many news stories of the lost and missing and those who still wait. A good reminder to all of us to think of them and not take our own loved ones for granted.
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Yes, Liz, quite so. We must be grateful for what we still have.
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Ahh Chris, this is so deep and moving. Reflective of refugees and those with missing persons. I absolutely adore this
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Thanks, Jude! I really appreciate your lovely comments 🙂
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No problem Chris, it’s more than a pleasure 🌼
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Achingly beautiful, Chris.
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🙂 thank you, Susan.
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This most certainly reminds me of those hoping for news (from any number of disasters) that look at such message boards for clues to those they have been separated from. Well penned.
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Thanks, Jules 🙂 That’s what was going through my mind.
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[…] Chris Hall […]
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Nice, Chris. Something I wouldn’t like to go through though.
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Oh no. It would be dreadful.
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