A Man Without A Phone - Kitty's Dilemma

Hypothetical. Disclaimer concealed in a big ball of wool.

She was a pretty l’il Kitty 
With a light gold fur coat 
A poet in a land of fantasy 
Of love and joy, she wrote 

She fell for a dreamy guy 
Who seemed to love all her lines 
He praised her poetry to the sky 
It made kitty feel so fine 

In the enchanted kingdom of words 
He was her Wizard of Oz 
Kitty smiled, scribbled and purred 
To his magic, there was no pause 

Days flew past in no time 
On mails, hangouts and Skype 
He was a Master of Rhyme 
Kitty’s heart a passion fruit ripe 

Yet something felt amiss 
In kitty’s little love story 
There was a chink in the bliss 
Something felt discriminatory 

Tired of chats on hangout’s 
Kitty did complain and groan 
She said I’m typing my eyes out 
Won’t you get a phone, your own? 

I’d love to hear your voice 
Instead of texting day and night 
My eyes pain, we have little choice 
But it ended in a stalemate and fight 

It was a small thing to address 
By him in a jiffy, so to speak 
Yet Kitty came under duress 
Higher than scaling the Everest peak 

He argued, fought and taunted 
But refused to comply 
He ghosted and then haunted 
Till Kitty felt she could die 

Then he sent her a disturbing mail 
That sent Kitty wailing up a wall 
His was a pitiful, sorry tale 
An illness prevented phone calls! 

Now Kitty is truly caught 
In a ball of wool so messy 
A cat on a hot tin roof, taut 
Clutching a truth so dressy 

Oh café poets, my friends! 
Help Kitty figure this one out 
Should she trust him, make amends 
Or let the jury be kept firmly out? 

Is this a true tragedy or a trap 
In this high tech day and age? 
Is he a human or is he an app? 
Please answer Kitty on this page 

A man without a phone 
Is truly a girlfriend’s nightmare 
Kitty’s leaving him alone 
To pull out and chew his hair 

Author's Note

I’ll be grateful for your opinions and responses 😿

Reviews

[Wild Rose]

Text is written can be saved to read again and again
but what sort of person is he how does he sound
Loud or soft gruff or squeaky

A phone would take care of that
His voice she would know
She could record their talks
And listen to him in her bed
His loving kisses would not be sound less XXX's
But lip smacking PPP's
She would love to hear his kisses when she dream of him in her bed

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Seen him on Skype, he’s cute
His voice I do like; I can’t refute
I often reread his lovely texts to me
I agree I’d like more lip smacking PPPs!

A special thanks for such an interesting input, Wild Rose! 🌹

[Wild Rose]

Aye lass when were working apart we only had phones > No not mobiles then > first one was like a building brick same size and heavy
Use to send PPP's down the line every day
I'll ring tomora after mi tea

Yer sound a grand lall lass thi sen (Lall - small/little)

Bit of local dialect fo yeh

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Is that Irish dialect? Sounds a lot like that. I love the “Ayes” an the way they say “Yous”. Learning here ;)

[Wild Rose]

Ah well mi dear its a bit like this - I've travelled /lived in several different places SO mine can be a mix
Generally now its Cumbria with a mix of Yorkshire

Lall is West Cumbrian - Little
Yer mate is called yer 'marra'
Hedges walls & fences are dikes dyk or dyks in Holland - Like Zee Dyke _ Zeedyk
sending a read request (2) one is Why do teachers talk posh

[angel]

Wild Rose...Why do teachers talk posh?
That would be because they're obliged to;

read moreWild Rose...Why do teachers talk posh?
That would be because they're obliged to;

In their job description,
It says, 'use fancy diction',
But, you can be certain
When they close the curtain
Their fancy talk turns out pure fiction.


Bet when they get angry enough, that accent comes down to earth really fast, dearie!

[Wild Rose]

Read my post "Why do teachers talk posh"
To a class of 18 year old apprentices
There were three different dialects in that class including mine _ If we all used dialect communication would be difficult if not impossible

[Einstein Noodle]

i am so glad you asked me opinion little Kitty ;) believe those instincts ... ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun! there are some wonderful tales of successful on-line finds ... my Norma and I found each other on a site that supported finding school friends and Classmates ;) we had dated in HS (she didn't remember) we lived single lives for quite a long time .. i widowed and she divorced ... but we spent far more time on the phone .. then met and have stayed together now 10+ yrs .... this story of yours smacks of something not right ... people get played and taken far more online than not .. if he has a computer....he has a phone ... c'mon! i like the rhyme .. its the way one speaks .. the rhythm in places changes up but because of the humor and story ..it didn't matter ... love the cafe' mention ..i have found this to be overwhelmingly a positive place to share .. good on ya Ditzy ;))))))))))))
E.

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

When I wrote this piece, my earnest effort was to ensure it stayed positive and not rankle the readers’ fine sensibilities, though the issue underlying it is of serious nature. I agree so much with you when you say if he has a computer, he must have a phone! I see you have the experience and I appreciate you telling me that. I have Skyped with him though and it has always been great. Now it’s a stalemate. I’ll bear all your words in mind E. I’m especially glad it turned out so well for you and you found your lifeline Norma (A friendly meow to her) I’m glad I took my doubts to the café, people have such helpful views here. I’m also thrilled you appreciate the rhyming and the humour in the poem. I’m crazy about writing humor. The only thing I can forgo a dinner for. Many thank yous!

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We will all have our own opinions on this poem......i will keep my own thoughts private as I believe one should.

Needless to say, sometimes things are not all black or white, but shades of grey. We are all exposed to greys individually in our lives, and we make the best of them as we can. Sometimes those greys are not wanted yet we have no choice but to adapt to them and do the best we can with them. At the heart of this poem is the issue of faith and trust. There is nothing malicious when the truth has been given. It is only malicious when the truth is witheld. As Chris has written below, the difficulties can be overcome; with the tech at our modern day disposal, and with commitment, desire and reality meetings. Nothing is impossible if you put your mind to it. In all areas of life.

I am impressed with the scope and structure of this poem. Fourteen stanzas of humour, suspense and barbs to the heart. Nicely conceived in this free verse paradise. I hope your outcome is a positive one.

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Thank you so much dear Café Poet par excellence. You’ve given me an impartial view, weighing both sides. I’ll keep your words in my mind. The words of this cat are written with no malice for anyone in heart but with an inquisitiveness, curiosity and fun innate to her. Having just gone through your admirable poetic contribution to this website, I find your praise very humbling. I hope to write with you some day 😺

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Sure thing. Enjoy the opinions of the lemmings....err...friends (typo). 🐟

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Is that a fish fry for me? (Sniff sniff) clever poet! Thanks. You seem to know what makes a happy cat. Enjoying wink wink ;)

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Do I? Who knew! Enjoy your meal.

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Thank you. Have a nice evening you!

[Suhd]

This is the most gripping tale I read after a long time and it is quite fascinating and at the same time captivating. My opinion on such a man is that he is hiding something and it would be better to stay away from such a person. Who knows what's going through his mind. Such a man is a schemer, in my humble opinion.

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Thank you for responding to this Suhd. Not often that I trouble friends with my doubts but this is a first. I hope it’s also the last. I will keep your words in mind.

[Suhd]

It's fine, Dhara. You don't have to explain yourself.
Always a pleasure :)

[Chris Shaw]

What an intriguing story of an online liason, which appeared to benefit both until..... You know kitty, I think a man without a phone in this day and age is a bit of a puzzler. I have to agree here, that a long distance romance with no phone calls is going to cause a problem. My husband and I when we first met were two hundred miles apart. Every evening was spent on the phone. That's how we got to know each other. Your poem a delight and an entertaining distraction, but I will be interested in responses from other readers. What a puzzler.

Chris

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Whoa! I was just waiting for your response Chris because I see you as a very cool and balanced writer friend. I’m not the type to usually air my grievances to others but this time the dilemma has been too great and I was left wondering if I was actually justified in my views. You have validated, to an extent, my thoughts and I am grateful for it. Long distance relationships are hard work. One has to give it all. Thank you very much.

[Chris Shaw]

A long distance relationship, where you haven't met that person, or spoken to them and heard their dulcet tones, is going to need a mammoth amount of effort. Even if you can't meet in person, you'd have to use Skype, phone etc to make the most of it. Good luck!

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Thank you Chris. A mammoth effort, yes. I will bear in mind your words.

[Chris Shaw]

Not impossible but will require huge effort.

[¿]

😔...got no words to pass any opinion...also I'm a confused teen gal!
But, I enjoyed the whole ride of amusing rhyme...sometimes virtual world seems the only place where we flourish instead of realising about the fact that we're residents of a real world....the kitty in the image seems so sad being alone...may she becomes hippy happy again! :)

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Thank you Tahsin. I hope the Kitty finds peace too 😸

[¿]

You are welcome....warmly!!!😃