This reminds me of when I used to do drugs, and we'd be waiting all day for that f*****g phone to ring. And when it did ring, nine times out of ten it was someone we didn't want to talk to anyway. Dope dealers have a kind of magic power like that- they can keep you in one place just by giving you some thin f*****g promise. And then they somehow have carte blanche when it comes to pre-arranged deadlines. C***s and their phones...Anyway, I liked this one alot. Great job.
The juxtaposition of messages sent and messages (not) received makes this piece that much more poignant and the breakdown of communications that much more ominous. That darn phone only rings when you don't want it to and never when you do.
So many ways to make contact but no contact made when you want it. Doesn't it always seem that way?
Sometimes that silence says so much.. often too much. Your glimpse slips us into the mind and heart.. and the longing for that sweet ringing sound... Profound perfection.
I love words and I like to write poems. Sometimes words just come and I don't know where from but I write them down anyway. There's something very powerful in the written word. It shows you where y.. more..