Jonathan ROBIN

Rookie - 143 Points (22 September / London)

Alone - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

A phone that seldom rings, or never,
Sounds like a life-line coiled, unused,
A link to light that stands accused,
Left hanging in the never-never.
Life is so short, so soon to sever,
A call can save, and one refused
Leaves empty heart, and mind bemused
Or all at sea. However clever
No diver plunges who would ever
Enthuse or feel the least amused
If, once he sank, trust was abused: -
Cut lines for reason whatsoever!
Remember then the friendly call
You make can take no time at all.

Acrostic sonnet and previous title As All Alone I Cry
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(3 January 1991 revised 5 October 2006)


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 8, 2012


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