Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2022
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Elusive
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What is that word that I am trying to find?
What is that word that I’ve been looking for?
Where did it go?
Under the bed?
In the closet beneath some clothes?
Amongst the cluttered papers and journals scratched with ink
Was it yes?
Was it no?
Maybe it was a bit of both
Oh, I don’t know
It is four letters and so elusive to the touch
It can change a smile to a sorrowful gaze
Quartet of letters leaves you in a haze
The word wasn’t love
The word wasn’t hate
The word is when
When is the word
When is the thought
When is the future that can’t be bought
When was the word that came to me
How simple it is to feel the word upon your lips
When will the sun be in my eyes
When will I be the one to arise
Arise above the staleness I lived within
The word is when and now my life begins
Elusive it was, yet I grasp it close to my heart
In a life filled with starts and stops
When is the time that nothing holds you back
When is this moment in time that we find the sun so bright
When is this moment in time we dance towards midnight
Elusive embrace, for when is mine now
There’s not a moment to waste
I love you when…..
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About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and frequent contributor to Tony Ward Studio. To read additional articles by Ms. Scott, go here:https://tonywardstudio.com/blog/circus-magamus/
A.H. Scott’s book: Bad Guys Finish Fast & Good Guys Finish Last is available on Amazon!