Sally Plumb Plumb

Bronze Star - 2,963 Points (23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

Your Call - Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

The mouth is numb,
saying nothing.
Quietness,
that makes
the sounds ring.

Still pressed receiver
in dumb caresses
against the silene ear...

whispering back
something like 'Finished.'
Thinge look black,
click, clack.

Wish I'd never
mat you.
Ring back.

When you did
we were kids playing
grown-up games
as adults.

Faults mine.
Fine.
Please
reverse the charges.

Topic(s) of this poem: love


Comments about Your Call by Sally Plumb Plumb

  • Unwritten Soul Unwritten Soul (1/24/2016 2:35:00 AM)

    I just felt this poem so much, what a wonderful poem Sally :) (Report) Reply

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul Kumarmani Mahakul (9/23/2015 6:56:00 PM)

    So nicely envisioned. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.......10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 25, 2015



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