I stood in a phone booth
In the middle of the desert
And listened to it ring,
It sounded like some sad old song
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wow! a dream within a dream... as Poe would say... you opened the door, and let us in!
Smoky- this poem is surounded in an aura of near mystical proporions that seem to transport me to scene and make me feel like I am experiencing it, also. Vivid and starkly revealing
Beautiful poem Smoky, deep and meaningful write, and very inspired indeed.
Quite a different one from our Smoky this time. Hauntingly beautiful. Constance Yost
Isn't it odd that you picked a Phone Booth to be your oasis, The feeling of loeliness is certainly captured in your words. Asking and waiting to call the unknown oerson and not having the ecessary quarters to fulfill the job is an interesting take. As usual, nice write