THE TELEGRAM

change of heart ...for the moment

THE TELEGRAM

I bide for a few days

Tinker around the house

Muttering to myself about voids

Struggle to immerse

Fantasize a bit

Consider the written word to my soldier

 

I persist to brood over my sentiments  

I need a walk, freshen up my whims

T’is a chill in the air as I plant my feet outside

The sun illuminates the sky

Cotton clouds waft by

leaves stir in faint breeze

                              

 I trod along a familiar path that leads to the bridge

Memories rouse in my mind about our meetings there

I sense goose bumps on my skin

Birdsongs are profuse, euphony to my ears

Cow fields in every direction

I heed their base sounds as well

After an hour’s walk, I enter the front of the house

It appears there is an envelope on the steps

I stoop down to collect it

My hands quiver as I open the door

                       

“My darling. I have leave due in three days. I miss you. Meet me at the Bridge at 5 o’clock on Wednesday. My love.”

 

 

My smile befits high spirits

few droplets down my cheek

my pulse stretches to the moon

I blink sundry times

as my lashes bind together

I shall count every minute

until Wednesday

when we meet at bridges end

Reviews

[willweb]

Ah, the meeting, finally...what we have all been waiting for (at least I have) This is exciting and really coming together nicely though...why do I have this foreboding feeling floating about me?

[Betty Hermelee]

me too!!! Thank you Will for a lovely review!
Best, B

[W. Barrett Munn]

This really sings along with great rhythm and musicality. I didn’t bother to scan it so I don’t know if you followed a form or just followed your internal sense of rhythm.

Winston

[Betty Hermelee]

There is no form...I call it poetic prose...
Thanks Winston for your review!
Best, B