Richard Lamoureux Poet Rhyme

The Room

I look at a dark room
With a single black chair
I wonder to myself
Who had been sitting there.

The walls are grey
There is a small TV
As I look towards it
The glass reflects only me

Where was all the color?
Just shadows on the wall
I soak in the sadness
My soul absorbs it all

Over there on the wall
Is an ancient pay phone
I hope it's still working
I'm feeling so alone

I feed it a nickel 
Wait as it starts to ring
Will I find the answer
To make sense of everything

With the sound of her voice
The Whole room comes to life
The darkness that I seen
Was me missing my wife

I was on Yanny's blog and this describes the background picture.

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Yanny Widjanarko December 23, 2012 at 9:06 AM Soupmail :D hohoho Richard Lamoureux December 23, 2012 at 9:08 AM On my way.

Anne-Lise Andresen December 23, 2012 at 6:35 AM Well written Richard ! A little Christmas visit to you. <3 Hope your Christmas will be peaceful and beautiful!! Sending you a big, warm Christmas hug !! - HAPPY CHRISTMAS - // Anne-Lise :) Richard Lamoureux December 23, 2012 at 8:50 AM Always happy to receive a hug.

Cecilia Macfarlane December 22, 2012 at 8:30 PM May you never have shadows in your life Rick....wishing you and yours a wonderful Christmas! Richard Lamoureux December 22, 2012 at 8:51 PM The shadows only make the light that much more brilliant.

Andrea Dietrich December 22, 2012 at 5:13 PM This one sure evokes the feelings of loneliness before calling the wife. Don't know how much of it is real or fictional, but it is effective! Yes, in my letter to myself, I got to thinking of a LOT more other things to tell myself in a letter like that. It would be at least ten pages long in reality. ahhaha Richard Lamoureux December 22, 2012 at 5:25 PM The picture on Yanny's blog evoked the emotion so here is the poem. I refrained from offering myself advice for fear I would not end up where I am now. I guess buying Goole would have been helpful. Richard Lamoureux December 22, 2012 at 5:22 PM When I was regional Manager for Canada Trust I used to be on the road a lot and yes it can be lonely at times. Amazingly just hearing her voice would brighten my day

Jon A Cavanaugh December 22, 2012 at 1:00 PM What a beautiful poem. A tender melancholy. I loved how you summed it all up with the last line. Richard Lamoureux December 22, 2012 at 5:12 PM Thanks Jon

Rollo West December 22, 2012 at 12:20 PM Hello Richard, what an outstanding write this is. The color coming in at the end, brilliant. Rollo Richard Lamoureux December 22, 2012 at 12:52 PM Thanks Rollo, who going to complain about being reffered to as brilliant *lol*

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl December 22, 2012 at 9:14 AM Glad you found her Richard, was she hiding behind the phone? xx Richard Lamoureux December 22, 2012 at 11:50 AM Thanks Mandy, now I know where to look next time.

Yanny Widjanarko December 22, 2012 at 7:57 AM Wooow, romantic poem for your wife Richard :D, hopefully you will meet her soon to fulfill all of your yearning point :D - hug, yanny Yanny Widjanarko December 22, 2012 at 9:04 AM Soupmail! :D hello Marry :D (*waving hand) Richard Lamoureux December 22, 2012 at 8:13 AM Fortunately she is right here beside me. Tell me about the room in your photo. Where was it taken? Why did you choose it for your background?