Phil Capitano Poet Free verse

In the Sink

IN THE SINK

                                    dishes are in the sink
                                 and, like the leaky faucet,
                                  my hope falls with every
                                                
                                                drip
                                                  .
                                                drip
                                                  .
                                                drip

                                while the spaces in between,
                                 filled with all things unsaid,
                             demark another anxious moment
                                         she didn’t call.

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Panagiota Romios December 8, 2019 at 10:56 AM Very unique Panagiota

Elaine Perrin October 10, 2019 at 8:02 AM Fabulous piece :-) x

Darlene De Beaulieu October 3, 2019 at 5:20 PM Hello Phil Capiltano, it is the worst thing to do to wait for a phone call from that thing special someone.Waiting is the hardest thing to do. Then upst when that person does not call. Have a nice evenin my friend. i hope all is well with you.

Brenda Chiri June 11, 2019 at 1:04 PM Ah we all experience that drip drip at times my dear! Wonderful write!;)

Gershon Wolf May 23, 2019 at 12:42 PM Creative juxtaposition of events, the drip (time passing) of the dishes in the sink and the moments waiting for her call (that never comes). Nicely done! ~ Gershon

Vijay Pandit May 19, 2019 at 8:51 AM So well expressed the moments of despair with a metaphor most can relate to..well written, Phil.

Paul Callus May 18, 2019 at 8:19 AM Playing the waiting game is no fun at all! Your well chosen words strike a chord, Phil. Regards // paul

Jennifer Proxenos May 12, 2019 at 12:57 PM Heartfelt sadness expressed - dirty dishes pile up, leaking taps drip, so what - all you long for is that phone to ring, and it hasn't .....yet! Nicely penned Phil, Hugs, Jennifer. Thank-you for visiting my POTD Phil Capitano May 13, 2019 at 5:42 AM Thanks Jen, you're right about the focus of the heart...nothing else matters. Have a great day.

CayCay Godwin May 3, 2019 at 12:25 PM This is excellent. Uniquely, creatively excellent 'feel imagery' that impresses me. I hate that feeling but know it and with brevity, you brought it to me in a full visit. This visit I don't hate but admire. Keep that sink, it drips creativity for you to share with us. Poetry hugs ... CayCay Phil Capitano May 6, 2019 at 7:34 AM Thanks, you are too kind. :)

Winged Warrior May 2, 2019 at 8:39 AM I know that dripping feeling my friend...its been a while, Phil...how are you?...just beware of the garbage disposal lol...great verse, well crafted...happy dripping...^WW^...{*J*}

Kim Rodrigues May 1, 2019 at 7:48 AM Wow! I feel the angst in this poignant moment.

Mystic Rose Rose April 24, 2019 at 7:28 AM How hard it is to wait for that phone call at times, nice write Phil, xo

Connie Marcum Wong April 23, 2019 at 2:06 PM Excellent metaphor to express the emotional pain of waiting. I hope this is a top winner Phillip. : )

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 22, 2019 at 7:56 AM Wow. Spectacular piece. A winner for me :))) good luck in the contest! xomo Phil Capitano April 22, 2019 at 12:47 PM Thanks Mo...fingers crossed. ;)