I Hear the Phone Rings

March 19, 2013 at 8:57 pm 4 comments

Obituary Flyer

 
Walking around Bulgaria’s neighborhood, I saw flyers posted on the door of some houses. At first, I thought they were from candidates running for office. The flyers were actually obituaries of residents who had passed away. Sometimes, the sadness that you’d feel around these places could be overwhelming. that’s the theme that I want to convey in this poem.
 
i hear the phone rings
breaking like a thief
into this empty house
frozen in time by grief

a call from the past
begging to be heard
it doesn’t matter now
the intended is dead

the intruder gives up
bringing the silence back
to a place where love
once stood mighty proud

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4 Comments Add your own

  • 1. ks3nia  |  March 20, 2013 at 3:21 am

    Good words, and what an interesting poster 😮

    Reply
    • 2. plaridel  |  March 20, 2013 at 4:11 pm

      ks3nia:

      i’m glad you liked it. 🙂

      Reply
  • 3. Joy  |  March 20, 2013 at 8:03 pm

    Beautiful.

    Reply

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