Monday, June 15, 2015

Call Waiting

    Image by Sarlota Ban

There is no one on the line
no one to talk to
no one to listen

when I call your name

There are no more wires
no strings
attaching source to end point
sender to receiver
me to you

What can I do  
with these antiquated emotions?

Box them up,
in a plain brown wrapper
sealed with packing tape
to be placed safely in the back
of a rented, storage unit?

Or do I save them
to an external sorage device
forever safe
able to be accessed
at some future date?

Or do I write them out, longhand…
in cursive
on heavy, scented parchment
then roll it up
and slip into a bottle
to be stoppered
and thrown to the sea?

When I call your name
there is no one to talk to
no one to listen


After a VERY long dry spell I am glad to be back and linking this to Magpie Tales, the weekly, creative writing prompt.




17 comments:

  1. A very nice, well-written story as a response to the prompt.

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  2. Been there. Especially could relate to the opening four lines.

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  3. You have celebrated the end of a dry spell with a great piece.

    Welcome back.

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  4. No one on the other end can lead to much talking to yourself haha

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  5. Lovely write. Welcome back. :-)

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  6. I like the idea of writing your thoughts on parchment paper and throwing them into the sea...it gives one a sense of freedom.

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  7. Sometimes one gets the the feel of helplessness that anything at all is relevant. Choosing which option though is the problem! Wonderful write Mary!

    Hank

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  8. A long dry spell can work wonders to creativity, I like the questions you ask, how do we really save those memories.. the memories in a bottle sounds actually quite nice.

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  9. Have you considered carving them in little spiral hieroglyphs on the inside of a random conch ?

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  10. I love the romantic notion of your poem written on paper, placed in a beautiful bottle, bobbing about on ocean waves.

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  11. I vote for the bottle and casting them out to sea!

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  12. Welcome back, and I loved this, though it was bittersweet.

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  13. Thanks for your comment. Write it in the sand...that way it will wash away with the tide.

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  14. I've missed you! Happy to see you, and read your lovely prose again.

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  15. That telephone line can encircle the planet, when you're connected to Blogland. That way, somebody is bound to listen - even if they don't talk back to you! Which is one stage better than talking to yourself, I guess.*smiles*
    Poignant response to the prompt.

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