Silence crept and circled my bed.
With shadowed footsteps in my head.
At early daybreak he is barely alive
And begs in slow blinks to be revived.
Cold and dark, the message that he might
Need to be reconnected to sing of life.
Old, but he got to that delightful place.
Where he and I kept plenty of dates.
Spokesman, ambassador, translator of my thoughts
I sometimes hold him; speaking naught.
On a shelf I laid him near the wall
He buzzed like a Bumblebee and shook to his fall.
Smashed to pieces like “The Tablet of Stone”
Unable to make any commands of his own
Gossips, murmurs and complaints were rotten
But I bowed my head for what he had gotten.
Lost of intelligence to ring out melodies
And to bring up good and bad memories
I get another of a different mold.
My w i d e g r i n is uncontrolled.
Bedela
Adult
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MANN!!! THAT IS VERY DEEP!!! I FEEL MORE PASSIONATE ABOUT MY CELL PHONE NOW, WITHOUT IT I AM LOST OR NAKED.I NEVER COULD HAVE EXPRESSED HOW MUCH MY PHONE MEANT TO ME IN SUCH A WAY AS YOU HAVE. THANK YOU!!! LOS MANN
ReplyDeleteI am really feeling this poem. The author not only fascinated me with such descriptive and intricate wording, but if I had not known any better I would have thought that she was truly referring to a "significant other" rather than her cell phone. A true work of art, job well done!!
ReplyDeleteShaDonna
this is the best cell phone poem ever,,, we need more. mack :)
ReplyDeletei really like it. I lost a cell phone once. I was lost and empty without it until it was found again. That is why I can really relate to this poem. Also the writer has very good choices of words like two dancers dancing the waltz. gregorio estrella
ReplyDeleteI have to agree, that was very - very deep. I don't think a cell phone can be described any better then the way it was written in this poem. Excellent work!
ReplyDeleteNeena