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white noise

i’m in a white room
in a white bed
no decorations
no tables
a silver phone
on a white carpet
is ringing

i’m sleeping flat on my back
blankets are folded
perfectly around me
i haven’t moved an inch
all night

i checked on you
now and then
but never knew what to say
or how you’d take it
so i didn’t say anything at all

i’m not answering the phone

but i’m here
i still love you
though i’m no longer
sure why

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  • leo2
    February 21

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    I'm not sure where to go with my comment because, in my mind, there are so many possible conclusions that can be reached. As always, your writing intrigues me.

    Sincerely,
    Leo Long


  • Ariosto II. gold member
    February 16
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    This has an Ingmar Bergman feel to it.
    Stark
    Nordic
    pale as morning sunlight

  • A Prophet of 3 gold member
    February 16
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    one of the best i have read from you ... perfectly amazing hun ...


  • Cup-a-Joe
    February 15

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    Joyce,

    There is more here than first read. Sometimes we love someone far beyound what our limits are.
    Great poem. I really like the usage of everything being white.Everything clean.
    dear friend,
    Joe


  • heinzs silver member
    February 15
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    Mysterious...

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