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Phone Wire In Graves

Waiting for a phone call Hoarding memories surrounding A nest of sorrow She's deep asleep I watch her... She's dreaming dreams of happy times but gone... Busy walls with mounted smiles A mute TV screen displaying a tragic comedy Curtains shielding tears Three phone devices that do not ring... I must go back to my reality I cry, she cries... Our phones do not even sound busy... Invisible wires of the soul crash in memories... copyright@iolandascripca2013

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John Loving Iii

Date: 2/20/2013 8:36:00 PM

The Twilight Zone.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 1/20/2013 1:52:00 PM

A touching poem .... but well written. - Have a nice new week. - ( I'll call you one day.:) - oxox / / Anne-Lise

Audrey Haick

Date: 1/7/2013 8:22:00 PM

It's good to see you posting again, Iolanda! Memories are indeed precious and they are a gift, I believe to give us hope; to remind us that there is a tomorrow...if we persevere. Happy New Year, my friend, filled with blessings and good will! Love, Annalise

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/7/2013 6:24:00 PM

such a sad tone set in this one, Iolanda. I enjoyed the read.

Timothy Jacks

Date: 1/7/2013 5:47:00 PM

Well, I can hear them there. The line is always busy. Very well put, the words you have wrote here.