Your Call Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
Your Call
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.
So nicely envisioned. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.......10
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5/6/2024 8:42:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I just felt this poem so much, what a wonderful poem Sally :)
Thankyou for your very kind comment.