Desperately Seeking Solitude

She

took the phone

and buried it

in the back yard

so that cold-callers might

spout their spiel into

unresponsive ground.

She

muted the doorbell,

leaving the wires

hanging,

requests for admission

never transmitted,

and

when they knocked

impatiently

at the door

she sat in shadow

not daring to breathe

until

they left,

unsated,

their footsteps

fading

in to ..

              nothingness.

Author's Note

Can't count the number of pointless phone calls I have received today. Haven't really buried the phone - but I felt like it

Reviews

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. i threw my phone into a sort of canal once :P ... i can completely understand the intense need for solitude expressed in this brilliant piece of writing ... you've mastered brevity like no other ... and, i must also mention that the sheer range of topics you write on is astounding ...

[New Dawn]

Thanks Serah - I like to write about everyday stuff sometimes - i know its not world class poetry or anything but it makes me smile and I like the challenge of making something out of nothing :) Glad you liked it :)

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. sweetheart, true poets are those who see poetry in "everyday stuff" ... the ones who feel compelled to write ... we can't wear brocade dresses every day ... sometimes we need to laze around in denims ... so, every poem is awesome and every poem is world class :) ...