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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

Date: 12/8/2019 10:56:00 AM

Very unique Panagiota

Elaine Perrin

Date: 10/10/2019 8:02:00 AM

Fabulous piece :-) x

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 10/3/2019 5:20:00 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

Date: 6/11/2019 1:04:00 PM

Ah we all experience that drip drip at times my dear! Wonderful write!;)

Gershon Wolf

Date: 5/23/2019 12:42:00 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

Date: 5/19/2019 8:51:00 AM

So well expressed the moments of despair with a metaphor most can relate to..well written, Phil.

Paul Callus

Date: 5/18/2019 8:19:00 AM

Playing the waiting game is no fun at all! Your well chosen words strike a chord, Phil. Regards // paul

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 5/12/2019 12:57:00 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
Date: 5/13/2019 5:42:00 AM

Thanks Jen, you're right about the focus of the heart...nothing else matters. Have a great day.

CayCay Jennings

Date: 5/3/2019 12:25:00 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
Date: 5/6/2019 7:34:00 AM

Thanks, you are too kind. :)

Winged Warrior

Date: 5/2/2019 8:39:00 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*}