This silent phone rings in my head,
telling me where to go.
This silent phone rings in my head,
pushing me to and fro.
This silent phone gives me directions,
so I drive down Route 42.
This silent phone gives me directions,
telling me what to do.
This silent phone.
This silent phone.
It pushes me to and fro.
Giving me silent directions.
As I get closer to where I'm going,
my silent phone begins to fade.
As I get closer,
the sound begins to give way.
When I get there,
my silent phone clicks shut.
I no longer need help,
My silent phone clicks shut.
A contest entry
- Write Out There. by November-Dani.
550 points, ended November 28, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think?
Comments
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...Very...unique write.
Not one of my favorites.
But not bad.
~S~ -
This is very interesting and i really enjoyed reading it. Thanks for entering.
Dani.


