I speak
and most times
there is no answer.
Tender acknowledgment
given way to utter stillness.
No rattle-tattle-tattle
of a dialtone
(the cord isn't even plugged
into the wall after all).
I sit,
unsure,
staring,
waiting
for that little envelope
that may never come.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
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I'm fascinated by the impersonal ways that we communicate these days, and how so much relies on emails and texts and all of this faceless technology.
I agree. As much as all the new technologies help us connect with people we beforehand would have not, it has taken typically personal communication with closer friends and rendered it more impersonal. I guess it's a tradeoff.
The first stanza does an awesome job of introducing the sounds of yesteryear as gone in the now. I like how you draw out the last stanza of the poem word by word as well. It almost creates a waiting effect as your speaker is waiting for a reply.
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