Sandra Osborne


Poem by Sandra Osborne

Feeling here
I am alone.
Waiting softly
For the phone;
Waiting for
Someone to call
Knowing that
No on will speak,
Is so weak,
They fall.

And no one
Comes inside
My feeling,
I hear shadows
On the ceiling,
They protect me
From the meaning
And the sounds
Of no one
For the reason
I am waiting,
For the phone
To start ringing.

Waiting here
For anything,
That will tell me
I am free.
I’m waiting for
My phone to ring.

Comments about Waiting by Sandra Osborne

  • Cliff Morman (2/2/2005 2:10:00 PM)

    I like your poem all the way down to the last line.Gees I can'nt belive the telemarketers don't call, I dont even know why I have a message machine thanks Cliff(Report)Reply

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  • Lizzie Nelson (2/2/2005 4:18:00 AM)

    So much longing and the constant repetition of waiting, waiting, waiting a perpetual reminder of it...(Report)Reply

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  • Herbert Nehrlich1 (2/2/2005 3:49:00 AM)

    Cheer up Sandra and give me your phone number...

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  • Theodora Onken (2/2/2005 3:17:00 AM)

    Silence can be so deafing...and we always long for that call, that one call, from a friend, from long ago, to reasure us, that we are still loved.. Great Poem, Sandra
    Warm regards,
    Theodora Onken(Report)Reply

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  • Allan James Saywell (2/2/2005 2:43:00 AM)

    The golden silence is broken by a ring, ring, ding a ling, silence is golden

    With a warmth allan(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 2, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 2, 2005

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