“You have no choice. You must leave your ego on the doorstep before you enter love.” ― Kamand Kojouri
For this week’s Midweek Motif, Poets United is exploring the theme of “Voice”. Here is my offering:
The Silent Telephone
Waiting for a promised call
By the silent telephone
While the sky rotates up above
And the stars laugh mockingly.
Waiting for the silent ‘phone to ring
Watching the clock mark time so slowly,
While the moon hides behind a cloud
And her face thankfully is obscured.
Waiting for your honeyed voice
Once more to drug me,
While my flesh pains me
Its unfeeling inertness a wound incurable.
Waiting for morning light
Waiting for the night to end
Your promised call a slender, sickly hope
Losing more of its tenuous life each passing second.
My life away from you, no life,
An empty waiting game, a vacuum;
Your call, your promised call,
How far away it seems
As endlessly I wait
By the silent telephone,
And as your voice’s drug is lacking
I face the terrors of withdrawal...
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