i'm not sure if it's real or some kind of illusion
the phone rang clearly but no one was there
i spoke but got no answer from dead air
i shut the phone and sat in much confusion
this day i know there should be a profusion
of spoken messages voices of love and care
our deepest worries spoken honesty of fear
giving to all our senses its dark infusion
instead there's silence i'm at a loss to speak
to one who's not there for there's no reply
when i call back it isn't that i'm worried
but on this afternoon i'm tired and weak
in spite of all the light that falls from sky
but still i know some things cannot be hurried
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
25 March 2007
the oddest ring
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