by Larry Chamberlin Mar 5, 2013
category :
Sadness, depression /
other
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[Weekly Contest Comment: 3/11/13] |
by Hellon
I will firstly admit that I'm not a great lover of poems that are totally written in dialect but, I read this one through simply because I can relate to it...they always call when you're either sitting down to dinner or about to dish it up and...they will not take your polite excuse as a reason for ending the call so....now I have a private number haha!!! |
The dialogue in here is incredible Larry! I am left speechless because of this whole scene I not only am reading, but am living before my eyes....never in a million years would I have pictured or felt for the person who is the caller.....I mean you make it so personal and really get in my heart that longing. It makes me want to be with my family now, and have this ability to be together whether eating or just in each other's presence. The meaning in this simple tableside conversation and the woman/man overhearing it is so powerful. You give me insight into a side of someone I may never have thought about before. Congratulations on the win- really moving!!! |
by Decayed
When I first read this, I was totally enticed by the style. The dialogue and what the speaker is saying in between the conversation makes the poem alive and has this touch of drama/cinema. |
by Marcy Lewis
This is such an unusual poem. I can't..like word a super long comment. It's so sad. The feeling of longing, and sort of a small hint of desperation is gut-wrenching. This win was absolutely well-deserved. |
Thank you. |