Open Poetry #5 |
Meditations of a Fool |
John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas |
Meditations of a fool, melancholy sighs- Inane chatter to himself, requiring no replies. Introspective frame of mind, a bit late, if you please As he sits alone tonight, and spouts soliloquies. Wonder why the dreams long past, never did transpire? And only ashes now remain to show there was a fire? A longing now to hear a voice, from somewhere in the past His hand does reach to grip the phone, then hesitates at last.. Should I call, or should I not? and with disaster flirt? Add insult to old injury? and agony to hurt? No I think I’ll let it be- and let old heartaches lie. Pretend it never happened, and watch the time go by. Would she care? or would she want..to hear my voice again? And would the love spring up anew, and resurrect within? Or would the silence on the line, smash my final hope” And leave me as a man gone blind, to in the darkness grope? I do not now, nor ever shall...know those answers, friend. But I shall ever long to know, on that you may depend. Two sad people far apart, forlorn and all alone- Each desiring in their heart to dial the telephone. [This message has been edited by Gunslinger (edited 01-03-2000).] |
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Eloise Senior Member
since 1999-11-27
Posts 1096Wyoming |
Another great one Gunslinger. But you will never know unless you pick up that phone. |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
Another good one dear, your poems always have a meaning, and to give you a little advice- CALL HER! Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
Another good one dear, your poems always have a meaning, and to give you a little advice- CALL HER! Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
So sad |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Just pick up the phone and call her(that is, if this poem is true) Your pride could be hurt for a day, or it could be a phone call you'd remember forever. If this isn't real, don't call I enjoyed this poem! Liz |
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Gemini Senior Member
since 1999-12-15
Posts 1203Wisconsin, USA |
Beautiful poetry. Fantastic imagery. Sad, but, if true, it is always difficult to know when to follow the fools head or the fool- hardy heart. |
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Echo Rhayne Senior Member
since 1999-09-17
Posts 1495Canyon Country, CA |
WoW, GS, you never cease to amaze me, truly exquisite!! ~*~ ^i^ ~*~ Love is such a lonely art, and death is but a taste. Minds are merely instruments that often go to waste! ~*~ ^i^ ~*~ |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very sad, indeed Excellent writing, of course! Denise |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
always love your thoughts |
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