The Phone Story: Poem

"The Phone Story": Poem

The phone rings and rings.

No answer.

There are not any magic wings

To bring you to the Mr. Phone's sound.

Next time will be another call.

Next call will be at the different time.

Next day. Next time. Dynamic winds

Will blow away the nasty dreams

Out of my mind.

Why nobody picked up the phone?

Where is Silvia Brown

When you have a need of this kind?

Telepathy did not work.

Isolated and lonely again.

Nobody waits for a word

You may say.

Spirits are working both ways.

Be kind on the best behavior and obey.

Ida Tomshinsky@2024