Pick Up The Phone

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – “Something’s Missing”
Sometimes things end up looking like a gap-toothed smile because something is missing. It could be a vital something or just a thing that makes you feel a bit uncomfortable. Write that something. You could be missing home, or a person. Maybe something you lost? Conversely, you could write about finding something. Just put it into words and we’ll fill in the gaps.

Reach for phone
to share good news
with Dad. He is always
enthused if you are.
I pull my arm back. Won’t work.
He is gone . . . yet again.

Wonder what Mom thinks
about this election circus.
Ever sarcastic, political,
and critical of fools, I would
want her opinion.  
No use.
If she were still here, I would call.

How does my cousin
make her Spanish coffee
so delicious. Next time
she makes it, I will ask
again. Then I realize
there will not be a next time.

Voices and faces will never be
replaced by electronic mail.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to Pick Up The Phone

  1. lynn__ says:

    This one makes me ache for the voids left when we are “disconnected” from loved ones…poignant write!


  2. MYRNA ZACH says:

    how disheartening it is to realize we are disconnected.



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