Arthur Vaso Poet Light Verse

My Telephone

Winter nights, the darkness comes quick
Key in door, to an empty house
Jacket falls fast right on the floor
I stare at the stand, at the telephone for sure

There she sits, alone, unmoving
No blinking light
No message at all
From a lovers voice or even a call from the mall

The ritual is the same, night after night
I pick up the phone, yes dial tone is there
I check the wires, all attached with great care
Its not broken, same as this morning

I confess, yes I stare at the phone over there

The phone is a functioning, I am assured
I call the weather line, yes a test but I was bored
They tell me is all sunny up over yonder
So no one calls me, of this I must ponder

I confess yes I stare, at the dark phone sitting there

Maybe the answering system parts are malfunctioning
Maybe she really did some exotic oh calling
Oh what I am saying, she’s out to the ball
While I look at telephone, alone in the hall

I confess yes I stare, I stare and stare

So another night, outside shines the bright city lights
I open the door to the darkness in fright
For oh my god, I see a blinking light
My heart beats in excitement, this is surely the night

I stare at a ringing telephone

Oh my what a delight!!!!!!!!

Click
Wrong number

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Eve Roper November 29, 2017 at 11:19 PM hahaha.. that telephone can really depress you sometimes , but can also be a nuisance . Love the write

Maurice Rigoler January 26, 2015 at 11:14 AM I consider telephones a necessary evil. I use mine only when I absolutely must. Yet my telephone bill keeps going up? Why? I may have to get a cellphone soon; at least it's cheaper than my home phone. Merci, Arthur, pour votre commentaire./ M Arthur Vaso January 31, 2015 at 10:18 PM These days a telephone is just the beginning!! Then you need a fax line, then a cell phone, then a second line, then Facebook, then twitter, then a million other things! Nothing can be simple these days!!!!

Harry Horsman January 7, 2015 at 9:12 AM When i read poetry like this, of everyday things, and the human element speaks volumes of such a caring pen and the mind that drives such aspects,,,you have many fans Arthur, please count me as one of those... Arthur Vaso January 9, 2015 at 8:38 PM You are too kind but thank you Harry!

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders January 4, 2015 at 1:15 AM I bet your telephone rings nonstop, Arthur! I think we've all waited by the phone at one time or another, though some would never admit it ;) hugs, Rhonda Arthur Vaso January 4, 2015 at 1:19 AM So its you who has my cell phone!!!!!!! Cause the phone here sure isn't ringing!!! LOL

Timothy Hicks January 4, 2015 at 12:32 AM The feeling of anxiety and something be awry is very reminiscent of Poe's The Raven... there came a tapping on my chamber door. And the irony of the ending *sigh*... very interesting work, Arthur! Arthur Vaso January 4, 2015 at 12:39 AM Thanks Timothy!!!

Tim Smith January 3, 2015 at 4:03 PM Maybe she soup mailed you... Arthur Vaso January 3, 2015 at 11:26 PM Nope I checked, but there is a carrier pigeon out on the window sill, I am gonna go check out that angle, who knows!!!

Meg Anderson January 3, 2015 at 9:31 AM Oh man, how heart wrenching! I loved your use of `I confess yes`repeating lines! ( that's my favorite). I feel this anxiety in your words. Great write Arthur! Arthur Vaso January 3, 2015 at 11:25 PM Thanks Meg :)

Joanmarie Peranteau January 3, 2015 at 7:06 AM Love this Arthur...Love the story and the creative way in which you told it. The imagery was so clear- humorous but at the same time sad. Humorous, bc I'm sure there are many who know exactly what you are talking about but are afraid to share it....thank you for sharing this, it made me laugh a bit. Arthur Vaso January 3, 2015 at 11:24 PM and thank you so much for reading and your kind words!

Sara Kendrick January 3, 2015 at 6:32 AM Interesting work.. How many lonely people wait for a call or visit but it never comes..Reverse the situation to them calling or visitng and their lives become full..Thanks for stopping by..Sara Arthur Vaso January 3, 2015 at 11:23 PM Thanks Sara and Happy New Year.

Jan Allison January 3, 2015 at 4:45 AM Guess we can all relate to this one Arthur waiting for the cal' and convinced the phone isn't working - found the final lines humourous yet sad - fabulous write my friend a 7 from me:-) Hugs Jan xx Arthur Vaso January 3, 2015 at 11:23 PM Thanks so much Jan!!!! xoxo

Muhammad Safa Thajudeen January 2, 2015 at 11:41 PM Your telephone rings sound.Fine work. -Safa Arthur Vaso January 2, 2015 at 11:43 PM Was that you calling Safa? Thanks for the kind words!