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Mar 16, 2026
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Texting
Sometimes those three little dots
skip along at play, as if they were jumping rope
or, one by one, bouncing on a trampoline
always eager to see my face, my eyes
as I greet them, holding them as I hold
you when you are near, truly by my side.
It is when they linger, then disappear
that I grow sad and dampened
knowing you are on the other side of us
thinking too deeply, or maybe
not thinking at all, hesitating to connect
to my fingertips, my eyes, my breath
as I wait for your words, silent
no longer dancing in my heart
but distant, as if forgotten and deleted
as if we might never speak again.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Geezer
1 month 1 week ago
I'm not sure...
about what you are seeing in those three little dots, but I do recognize the sentiment. If it were me speaking, I would say that my muse is behind those three little dots.
Sometimes, I get the feeling that she may never show up again; that she has disappeared into the mists and I shall never hear her voice again. But, that hasn't happened, she always comes back. I just have to listen hard, because she often walks on tippy-toes. I like this, no matter what you are seeing. It gives me a great feeling to know that I am not the only one that fears the loss of my "voice". Good stuff, ~ Geez.
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Lavender
1 month 1 week ago
Hello, Geezer!
I really like your interpretation, here, and it certainly can apply! I was pondering on how it feels when someone fairly close to us doesn't text for awhile - many times the way we used to feel back in the day when waiting for our landlines to ring.
Thank you for reading and sharing your awesome interpretation! Now it reads very differently to me!
Lx
Rula
1 month 1 week ago
Very clever my dear friend
I like the three dots dancing. I admit I didn't get it until I read your comment to Geezer. Maybe it's my fault as you make it clear in the title that it's about texting.
I very much agree with the sentiments throughout as I read again.
Be well my friend🌹
Thank you for sharing
Lavender
1 month ago
Hello, Rula!
This one is a bit more abstract, and not quite so clear. I'll think it over...
I'm so thankful for your comments!
Take good care, My Friend!
L
William Lynn
1 month ago
Hello
Hello Lavender
......as if we might never speak again.
I sometimes wonder why people drift away. Was it something I did? Was it something I said? Was it that we grew apart? Who knows, but your poem sure sent me exploring the subject. Thanks for sharing you thought with this poem. - Will
Lavender
1 month ago
Hello, Will,
Yes, people slip away - leaving a quiet thought as to why.
Thank you for reading! Always appreciate your comments!
L