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I'm a grandmother, a nursing educator, an avid knitter and an aspiring writer. I created this page for family and friends who expressed interest in reading my writing. It is mostly poetry with a few short stories sprinkled here and there .
The poem on this page is one my Mom favored. The collectible trinket is from a needlework picture of Longfellow's home she completed. Mom loved poetry and was an avid reader. She and my brother, Rasputin   , inspire me still.
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Frayed Feisty Threads - Book IV #898543 added August 13, 2022 at 11:44pm
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Lonely
I tried to call you
twice tonight
It wasn't important -
I just wanted to hear your voice
and give you a surprise.
I was lonely
For you
and I wanted
to talk
I am disappointed, but you couldn't
have known I was
going to call.
It's an empty feeling
and a full feeling -
a bottle is all stoppered up
inside me with wanting
to talk
to you
and if I did, I would
let out all that has built up
and replace it with love
and the sound
of your voice.
Can you understand
how I feel?
I want to write
and tell you I love you
and that I miss you.
I want to say
things that are bubbling
up from my heart,
but I know
on the phone,
I would only say
regular routine things.
Just to hear you talk
But on paper, with a pen,
my heart usually talks
as it is doing now!
It is saying I am lonely and empty inside
without the warmth of your voice
to fill me.
Over and over, it sighs
"I miss you",
a very gentle rhythm it has -
funny, it goes to the beat
of my heart!
It flows through me and surrounds me,
leaving me
hollow
and
empty.
It is a yearning for love
that leaves me
feeling vacant.
And love can be
just the sound of
your voice
I wish you would call.
I write this swiftly
and despairingly -
knowing that you will not call,
yet, hoping against hope
that you will.
I feel this is a poem, yet I can't
take the time to make the lines
even.
Read it
as a poem.
The phone rang -
it startled me in the stillness;
It wasn't you.
Why not, I am saying, why not?
my mind answers - always I
have my logic to reason
with me.
But my mind doesn't comfort me
because it does not have
compassion.
And it does not fill
the
emptiness
inside.
Composition Information ▼The note at the bottom of this piece, clearly in my handwriting says "Written during Psych Affiliation 0/12/1970-11/23/1970; I was a nursing student during this timeframe at Danville State Hospital in Danville, PA and my boyfriend / fiance' was a recent graduate of American International University in Springfield, MA.
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