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Call me



In the sultriness of summer’s night
before golden stars’ drops start painting the sky,
after the shadows conquer a place under the sleepy tree
I whisper, can you hear?...
call me...

Upon the dark green of my pillow
slowly... I examine its one crease...
where is the button?
(Oh my God, this one doesn't have any.)

I can't sleep,
the white linen tries to cover my thighs
before it recedes and finally slides to the floor.

I can't sleep...

Through the window a persistent moon gaze
plunges me deep into my misery.
Barefoot I walk to see
how the lonesome birch is taking its rest,
while a mother with a gentle lullaby
(somewhere, a few windows away from mine)
can't appease her crying child.

I want to see you next to me.
I want to hear your breath,
I want to hold your hand...
I keep whispering, can you hear?...
call me, call me tonight...

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Prompt: a night without you

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  • PrabhuDayal Khattar gold member
    September 7, 2008

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    Great penning showing your open heart with its invitations for the love.......I love it..well done..and my thanks for sharing it..and entering my contest..


  • Night Hope gold member
    September 6, 2008

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    Gorgeous penning, Poet. Such vivid texture.

     



  • tara wilson gold member
    September 6, 2008

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    there is definately that feeling of longing for a lover in this poem...beautiful imagery..


  • Puppydog gold member
    September 6, 2008

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    SUCH SWEET LONGING!!!!

    It is a lonely feeling when one is alone without their loved one by their side and in another sense it is touching and beautiful, for the feeling of missing them is brought about by their love for them.


  • Sandal
    September 6, 2008

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    great imagery

    I felt that I was there outside the house, "under the sleepy tree" seeing you barefoot and sleepless under the stars. The longing is very well expressed in the last stanza, the repetition "I want to" calls in the senses that are unsatisfied. This is a lovely poem, best of luck with it!

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