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.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

no, don't wait forever...get a new phone and some new callers to choose from...there are other voices out there who will sing a much better song and in a much more sincere voice.

really like this one.

[Joyce S. Greene]

I discovered that long ago, Jacob, been married to the same guy now for 27 years. Thanks for your very nice comment. I like hearing your thoughts, both in poetry and reviews, very much.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Joyce, you voiced out my thoughts in perfection! I really like this guy who lives in Belgium and we've been good chat mates since summer. We both know we love each other. And I'm always looking forward to our Skype calls every night. *Sigh* Perfect poem to describe what I feel. :)

[Joyce S. Greene]

I'm so happy for you, Blue, good luck on your relationship. Thanks for letting me know your thoughts, it means a lot to me.

[Pryde Foltz]

Should I wait for you forever,
Will we sing once more together?

The waiting would be worth it then, wouldn't it. Fantastic write, Joyce.

[Joyce S. Greene]

Thanks, Pryde. Those words from you mean a lot.

[wordman]

it was a lovely poem well written but I wonder is it in the now or in the past
thinking back on times gone but still stuck in tour mind and we bring it back from time to time
a sweet love song sweet words said and now gone I wait I listen for the phone

[Joyce S. Greene]

Having been married for 27 years now, I don't wait for his calls in quite the same way I once did, so you are absolutely right, Ron. Thanks for your very nice thoughts, they are much appreciated.

[wordman]

a woman saying a man is right dam,the sky is falling lol