Muted Words

A poem about waiting for the phone to ring . . .

I wait, listening for so long

to hear you sing me your love song.

I dream of sweet, soft melodies

in mists of cherished memories

while I hear my phone not ringing

and a longed for voice not singing.

Whispers not heard in the silence

are my mentors in your absence.

The music of my heart's soft beat

in echoes often does repeat

the sounds of loving words once said,

the cries of passion from our bed.

In syllables of muted words

I catch the notes of joyous birds.

At the ends of unsaid phrases

I hear hymns that sing love's praises

and with pauses in expression

I compose my own translation.

But when my heart begins to sob,

its beat becoming just a throb

my doubts begin to sing alone

my sadness cries without a tone.

Should I wait for you forever,

Will we sing once more together?

Author's Note

Graphics credit: Google Images

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

Oh to be a slave for that sweet sound! I felt the anxiety and longing in your words:

In syllables of muted words
I catch the notes of joyous birds.
At the ends of unsaid phrases
I hear hymns that sing love's praises
and with pauses in expression
I compose my own translation.

It is in the silence that we suffer the most.

[Joyce S. Greene]

Thanks for reading my poem and letting me know your feelings, Anne. I have, in my time, waited for the phone to ring in vain. Luckily, that was a long time ago - it can be a very painful experience.

[Amanda Trerotola]

Gosh I can relate. Waiting for a phone to ring is anxiety filling.

[Silke Fisher]

Hi there, I'm glad I stumbled upon this precious and bittersweet poem. It rings so true! This here especially

In syllables of muted words
I catch the notes of joyous birds.
At the ends of unsaid phrases
I hear hymns that sing love's praises
and with pauses in expression
I compose my own translation.

Truly inspiring!

[Eddie Phillips]

Very few things are as poetic as longing. Desire is a strong part of life and you push that in this poem. It ends with the question we all ask: Will this desire ever end? Great poem.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

What a lovely, plaintive poem. It was so beautiful, I am at the loss of words, and the loss of breath. Pen on! A 100

[Thistle]

Beautiful. Really pulls at my heart, and I really love the 3rd verse!

[Joyce S. Greene]

Thank you, Thistle. I really appreciate your reading my poem and leaving such a lovely review behind.

[Baby Ricochet]

That's why I leave my phone off. You want my attention that bad you gotta text..

[Joyce S. Greene]

Probably the best solution, though there are loads of (older?) folks who actually don't text. I think that's the silliest invention of all times - of course, I'm an old fogey so my opinion doesn't count even to TV show executives. Have a good day.

[wordwarrior]

Oh Joyce, such a sad poem but you rendered every verse so beautifully. This poem made me sigh and feel sad, but in a good way. Your words brought the emotion through just wonderfully

[Joyce S. Greene]

Thank you, word, for your very nice review. It means a lot to me.

[NeiL ArandA]

You made another beautiful piece here Ms Joyce . I'm figuring out how you did your metering. The flow and rhythm is always there . Telling a short story and rhyming with six lines each is a little too advance for me.
Just curious about your other piece which is Dragonfly . Did you happened to used Limerick ?

[Joyce S. Greene]

Thank you, Neil, for leaving me such encouraging words. I try to write in iambic meter and then my voice takes off and I just go with the flow. I just sort of feel how it reads. Not sure if this helps, but if you try to write in a stressed followed by an unstressed syllable (or vice versa), it will read well. I can't always follow that pattern though. I really appreciate your very nice thoughts.

[Jack...]

I know this feeling...waiting...waiting...waiting. You have described it perfectly my friend in a nice rhyming piece. Well done.

[Joyce S. Greene]

Thanks so much for letting me know your thoughts, Jack. They mean a lot to me.

[Latifa]

in echoes often does repeat
the sounds of loving words once said,
my fav

[Joyce S. Greene]

Thank you, Latifa, for letting me know your thoughts. They mean a lot to me.