cold cold telephone

cold cold telephone

A Poem by m.s.early

Cold telephone 
feels like stone 
and I don't believe the reception is all it use to be
It don't seem like the same voice 
that uncoiled from her tongue
Slicker 
than a preacher's whistle  
And it don't seem like the same ears
That picked my key to tune to
I seem to be thinkin'
Like I did when I was drinkin'
And admittedly I'm getting a little concerned
'Cause what use to make me feel
Like I was wooing her
made me feel like I was worthy
And now the lack of response
Makes me feel like I'm only getting old
Every day 
Has a way 
of reminding me the last is on the rise
But I ain't comin' easy 
No...
I'll be kicking like a bass pedal 
In the leather 
back seat of a '57 Chevy

© 2015 m.s.early


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Honest tone and words shared in these words.
"Every day
Has a way
of reminding me the last is on the rise
But I ain't comin' easy "
I'm 57 year old and I do understand the words above. The poem told a honest tale with a good ending. We always miss what we cannot have. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


Xavier, I love the message in this one, and I really, really love your ending. Great writing! It made me smile from ear to ear. Thank you for sharing it!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Your damn right you will and I'll be rooting for you all the way to oblivion!

regards,
al

Posted 9 Years Ago


What did you to piss her off, drink? If god created the earth, he either knew what he was doing or was a sadistic son of a b***h. 'cause the ingredients have been there for the picking for a long long time.....

Posted 9 Years Ago


there is too much comfort in forever....it find things to get under our skin....to remind us that we aren't doing quite enough for the universe to pursue greatness....it's screaming at you .....I'm guessing it has morning breath:)

Posted 9 Years Ago


I really like the title, transformation happens incessant not waiting for nobody's consent as it is law of nature but to accept is not at all easy, great footage on real life, take care

Posted 9 Years Ago


only a minute ago I was lamenting that the guys at the liquor store no longer ask to see my idea . . . they could at least ask, right?

my kids asked if that is a mid life crisis, I hoped it would be a little more exciting than that though

Posted 9 Years Ago


ah a telephone, not a cell phone...I am taken back to the days of old cars and good reception on the phone...when there was silence, it was because she had fooled me...and my wooing and cooing was in her ears, nothing doing.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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