the missing of you
is starting to feel like a small animal
gnawing at my heart
at my stomach
my world isn’t quite right
when I can’t be sure
that you are still in it
you have severed yourself from all the usual
technologies that you find so cold
sources of connected disconnection
I admire your ability to so fully reject this modern technology
but it leaves me with hands empty of you
my dear friend
I think about placing a call the old-fashioned way
but I am all out of quarters
and payphones have become almost extinct
only found in the Smithsonian
next to a manual typewriter
and Archie Bunker’s La-Z-Boy
you wouldn’t open the door
to a stranger
if I sent a telegram
I know you would appreciate the whimsy
of a tin can stretched between our houses
but I don’t have 2,700 miles of string
I try to connect with you through the ether
grab the thread of your vibrating frequency
but your beautiful colors are not calling out to me
the way they usually do
I must resort to inscribing a message
into the night sky
letting you know that you are loved
that you are missed
and hope that wherever you are
that you are looking up at the heavens
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
What aching beauty!
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What a lovely think to say! I was very concerned about a missing friend when I wrote it but fortunately he is well
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I loved this.
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I am so glad it resonated with you
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Brilliant.
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Thank you so much
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My Pleasure. ☺❤
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“the missing of you
is starting to feel like a small animal
gnawing at my heart”
…and this grabbed my heart right from the start. Lovely.
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Thank you so much!
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beautiful comment on technology!
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Its impact on communication is profound. It both brings us together and pushes us apart
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lovely poem Christine
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Thank you my dear OP– this is one of the pining pieces I wrote when Max was off the grid for almost a month. I think he has forgiven me all the bad poetry
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LoL, I’m not so sure it’s bad poetry 😁
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Thank you my dear friend
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😉
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Reblogged this on RamJet Poetry and commented:
Christine Ray is calling…
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❤
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Wow Christine! This is heartbreaking and beautiful ❤
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Thank you my friend. I wrote it when I was desperately missing my dear friend Max.
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It made me think of my friend that recently decided we are no longer friends, after 20+ years – sad… I hope you can reconnect ❤
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We are still friends but when he goes off the grid he goes OFF the grid
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Glad you are still friends, but that must be hard!
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It is indeed
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Reblogged this on A Forum for Divergent Literature.
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Reblogged this on AreMyFeetOffTheGround and commented:
I loved this, and am reblogging.
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lovely
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Thank you so much
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Beautifully expressed.
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Thank you so much
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