i can see it in mind’s eye . . .
the phone hanging on the wall between
your bedroom and the living room, next to
the closet door, across from the bathroom
for endless years it hung there, dripping
its tears, it rang, crying for your answer,
but you turned a deaf ear, until the end
when you needed love and forgiveness,
they were yours, always, the telephone bears
witness and, after all, there is nothing,
nothing to forgive . . .
Well I am far from West Virginia – LOL! – but thank you for the sweet complement and implied support here. Lots of color and interesting photographs. Warmest regards for all your online efforts …
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way to smile.
elegant images and talent of poem.
good information shared.
way to go.
hope that you enjoy a good time.
thanks to Jamie Dedes for her deep poetic talents.