one single impression prompt 51: spectral
photo: outside, serni, flickr
yes, of course.
i won’t do it anymore.
won’t wait on the corner.
no, i’m not working.
waiting.
sometimes for hours,
under the rain.
washed by a
drenching deluge
in the middle of mist.
when the imperceptible
comes rushing,
running to the corner
back to the beginning,
normal stays for a visit.
yes, i know,
i said i wouldn’t.
it was the
waiting sound
softly falling.
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
crawling dampness and apprehensive mental refreshment in one poem ~ kudos!
I love this. Where do I start?? I can’t, so I won’t even try. It just IS!!!! I just keep coming back for another read.
We go through so many foibles to arrive at normal – whatever that is.
Waiting for that capricious imperceptible beginning of normal can be lonely work.
it is probably normal to wait. or at least not unusual.
This is beautifully done. The end is intriguing.
Normal is something that passes through as quickly as the others…beautiful.
“It was the waiting sound softly falling”…what a beautiful ending. Lovely read!
Wow! Fine work!!!
Oh, this is really good. What an interesting take on the prompt. Normal stays for a visit — holy cow! I love it.
Hard to read the small fonts, dark gray on black, hurt my eyes. When I find my glasses I will come back.
Sorry I can ot see the writing due to bad eye sight.
Awwww This was simply lovely.
I love it, and I will be back to read your poem again.
Nicely done- “normal stays for a visit.”- love that phrase.
..” intriguing”_
“.Waiting for that capricious imperceptible beginning of normal can be lonely work”-many thanks..
“it was the
waiting sound
softly falling.”
I’m not a big fan of gerunds and adverbs, but I really really really like this ending.
i love this, love the conversational feel and the haunting tone. it’s so beautiful. i’m going to bookmark this so i can come back to it often.