Talking On The Phone

by Purple   Aug 7, 2007


With a phone to my ear
I'm surrounded in my mind
By a voice, still frames, and memories
Pf a treasured person, and treasured times

Miles out of reach
Stands this feeling's cause
Keeping me cozy and warm
Better than many heavy wrapped shawls

Swaying in subtly
New memories begin to grow
Settling down inside me happily
The effects begging to show

A smile or a giggle
Grows into laughter and proud words
It creates some thing greater than the chorus
Of many song birds

A cycle that feeds itself
On good words and great affection
Can only keep itself headed
In one great direction

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  • 17 years ago

    by SomewhereAmongThePieces

    That visual of holding a phone to your ear seems familiar to me.
    Remembering times you had together... it is almost painful to hear from them because you remember how much you miss them and yet you know you'd die if they never called.

    I really like this poem. I can't pinpoint exactly why... possibly because I can relate and probably because it's really good.

    well written, keep it up

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