The music of dialing
matches the tone of my daddy's voice
as each pressed note of a number
makes it more beautiful like a violin
stringing out moments in duration
of the singer shown in attitude,
Making his humor connect
to the projective reason
I turned the radio of my hourglass on
to hear echoing energy from the phone
resembling either a slowed down ending
when not answering,
or what makes me turn it louder
using my own question knob
not getting it sticky
with being afraid of conversation,
That song has stopped,
but just like I always do,
my brain copies the format
and sings along with a traced voice inside
when no one knows ~
My daddy the same on the other side
of remembered direction
until he hears my footsteps
coming over like we hoped,
and his fatherly reaction
stretching on his smiling skin
and friction of piano-playing
Author notes
when I called, oh goodness I had a thought. went out, finally saw some paper and asked my daddy if I could write [about him.] He said I could all I wanted.
In a list
A contest entry
- #56 For the kids 12 and under by daviscth.
400 points, ended April 17, 2008, 12 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I bet your daddy is so PROUD of you! I really enjoyed the imagery in this and the picture is awesome too! Thanks so much for posting in my contest.
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Not expected ... pausing to be excited
wow, What really confused me in my notes for a moment was that I got two trophies from one contest! I've seen that before, but never imagined myself getting the same lol. But, thank you for both HM and Bronze, it is really appreciated for my poems; I tried to write personally happy with development as much as I try.
I still didn't tell him about this piece 'ouch' though I did read it to my mamma! But, it might be on the goal of being understandable for him to possibly like that gain, thanks for your curiosity. I may have to discuss it with him rather than bet hehehe... Daisy
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