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Feb 16, 2011
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doorframe
black room
and beyond white window
the thin shade
blurring the shapes
drifting
overcast
and settling into the low
front moving
slow
dialing up the numbers
with easy fingers
and looking at the
crack in the wall travelling
from the doorframe
to the lamp hanging
down
not expecting
me
not expecting you
ringing
ringing
ringing
...
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Esker
14 years 4 months ago
telefone
refuse to get a cell
and love payphones
but I remember calling
old loves and family
close to me
so few and fewer still
today
but there is something
about the moment when
the connections
go through
when the phone rings
on the other end
electric and foreboding
and that delicious wash
of feelings when
the person you need
answers with
"Hello"
Geezer
14 years 4 months ago
I like this...
It gives the feeling that despite your assertion that you are not expecting anything, you do anticipate something. Then I read your comment... The addition of the comment, that you love the old pay-phones, gave rise to the feeling that, there is also the element of gambling. That you are betting that this person will enjoy hearing from you. If not, you will have wasted your money. Nice work, ~ Gee
Esker
14 years 4 months ago
gambling...
I like how some people just get it
understanding the poet
and the poem ultimately
yes walking away from everything
at times is like freefalling
when will it hit me that I have lost
it all that I have given it all
that it is all gone??????
strange to be in that moment
all that effort
sure its just a phone call
its just fifty cents
but is it??
actions for me all have purpose
even the random
and I try to fathom it all
so I can try to predict somewhat
where i may become
what I have travelled
and what I was