The phone does not ring
No one comes to call
Does this mean I mean nothing at all?

The clock strikes twelve
The hour is late
Does this mean I will never escape?

The sky weeps
No one sleeps
Does this mean there will never be peace?

Does this mean there will now be no kiss?


  1. LuckySnap

    Do you whisper these sweet nothings in your husbands ear? 🙂

    Thanks for sharing your poem!

  2. John

    I’ve been in some of the places expressed here – and they were paced in just the same way as this piece.

    How magical, that you’ve caught the rhythm of the things you write about so elegantly.

  3. Tracey

    Hi LuckySnap – I most certainly do whisper sweet nothings to my champion Lee. However I do try to make them of a happier nature… 8) Thanks for stopping by!!

    Hi John – I’m so glad the pacing worked for you. It’s kind of strange how these little things just pop into your head. At first I found the random pieces of verse running through my mind more than a little disturbing, but I figured I’d just go with it for now. Thanks for being kind! Poetry has never been a strong point of mine.

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