The conversation would have pleasantly gone
But the perfect I had need to blunder
"By the way," I sigh
"I want to be a writer."
Silence. Aggravating silence as I wait
For the voice on the other line
When finally after what seemed like years,
Nearing eons. Nerve -wracking stretch
Of palpitating eons, you answered
"So that was it? You are throwing
Your life away, just like that?"
Now it was my turn to be still
Quietly, quietly still as I breathe in and out.
Somewhere the crickets began to croak
The ebbing moonlight casts shadows on my face
Still, I thought, no hope is lost -
I fiddled my hair before I spoke
"This is what I want, I need.
And if you ask, I am not sure if I will succeed
But I wish for your blessings, Pa
Please? Would you do me this one great favor?
Would you be happy for me?
Would you support me on this endeavor?"
I held my drying tongue, my heart
Felt like it has run
A thousand marathons, my head
Just hurts like hell
But I was wrong - it was not yet hell.
Before I heard what you dread to tell,
There was a click, the receiver fell
A busy tone ensued.
The resounding busy tone was all I heard.
Written on: 3/4/2011
Written for : Hey...Mr. Editor! Contest by John Heck
Old Poem Contest by Destroyer Poet