Jammed
Pausing on the edge of night foreboding
Tense in traffic jammed up in the gloam
Hovering on the brink of the half light
Waiting for some story to unfold
Beneath the bridge a sense of something stirring
Waiting hoping longing to be told
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Lucid Gypsy 
hi Gilly,
I liked:
“…Waiting for some story to unfold
Waiting + hoping + longing to be told…”
Whooo-Hoooooooooooo! This is wonderful, Gilly.
I love the last line, “Waiting hoping longing to be told.”
Just beautiful Gilly! Well written hon. 😀 *hugs*
Good one! While I read it, I can feel my shoulders squinching up just the way they do when I’m really stuck in a traffic jam. Beyond that, I can’t think of anything to say that other people haven’t said first – that last line is GREAT.
Fabulous thoughts, Gilly. I love the word ‘gloam’. I haven’t heard or seen it in ages. 🙂
Thrilling poetry! As for being stuck in traffic, never fun. The waiting drives me crazy!
Wonderful! Love the suggestion of mystery in the ending.
The sense of anticipation is palpable. Great poem, Gilly