every time the phone rings,
my heart trips over itself
and has to dust itself off.
it's never you, of course.
thoughts of toasty fires
fueled by telephones
tempt me.
Author notes
Irrationally, I hate the telephone for failing us, when I know perfectly well it's really the repressive, ignorant society in which we live that's really at fault. He'll be home soon. But I can't help playing the caged tiger until I hear from him.
A contest entry
- return to me by going nowhere.
700 points, ended October 24, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Do You Live Alone? by Judith Chandler.
700 points, ended November 7, 2008, 11 entries
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Comments
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I hate the telephone as well sometimes so I can understand this poem.
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You've explored an aspect of living alone and done it well -- waiting for a phone call from a certain person.
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couldn't help but smile with the thought of hearing the voice of someone special... ya, fuel to the fire. very tempting indeed. thank you.
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I just edited it a little bit... judge whichever version you like, I guess.
Thank you.
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