Thursday, October 15, 2015

V is for ... Voice

Winds of whispers
Blow around me
And toss our words
In the dark silence.
Our hushed voices,
Long conversations,
Longer phone bills,
Resplendent nights.
You and me
Talking our hearts out
Till the wee hours of morning
Used to dawn upon us.
A million words scattered,
Between you and me
And bridging the distance
Beneath a million stars.
Now a million stars
Watch over me
As I stare at dark screen
Of my phone
And pine to hear
From you.
Your voice drifting away,
Receding to memoirs
Of yesterday.


Jenny Matlock

14 comments:

  1. Ruby, what enchanting yet melancholy words. I was moved by them. Thanks for sharing.

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    1. Thank you Dayle. Thanks for stopping by and reading and leaving such kind words here.

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  2. Very creative poetry and great post for V!

    Happy Weekend to you,
    artmusedog and carol

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  3. Hi Ruby, Your poem reminds me of times past for me. It also makes me realize how fortunate I am that the voice I most always want to hear is the Husband and he is here. :-)
    The View from the Top of the Ladder

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    1. That sounds really cool Susie.
      Stay blessed

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  4. This is moving. It reminds me how odd it is to actually talk to anyone on the phone anymore. Texting and messaging has completely taken over.

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    1. Wise thoughts Kathy. Technology has seriously changed the definition of staying connected.

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  5. Oh, this was sad. But beautiful too.

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