Black eyed dog clawing at my door.
The phone's ringing on empty chairs at empty tables.
I can't remember what the note said
That fell from the refridgerator.
Something about dirty dishes and luggage.
It hid under the counter the night frost killed the flower.
Swift wind from a broken window against a bare back.
Family photos upturned near the damn phone
That always stops ringing the instant I pick up.
I only want to hear a voice on the other end
Of the phone lost in garbage and sorrow.
"I'm sorry I pushed so hard.
I pushed so hard that I fell.
"Come home, and stop this clawing at my door."
A contest entry
- A metaphorical message to the missing by Dienush.
750 points, ended February 19, 2007, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow, this poem is so raw and well written, I love the metaphor in it. Thank you for entering.
~Diana -
This is really good! A great and totally amazing write! Wow... I cant write with metaphors like you can! Rock on AP boyfriend! hehe! Meg
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Why does the dog claw at the door? I read this three times because I liked it and wanted to absorb more.
I'm thinking I really like this metaphor thing!
You wrote a great poem, good luck to you in the contest.
Sarah
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