On the Line

A poem about staying in touch

It’s so nice you called today; I want to stay 
This frame of existence, photographed, would look 
Like one of those images seen e’ry day 
If I could, I’d file it away in a book 
One of those massive but intimate displays 
Left on the tabletop, cornered in the nook  
Friend, family, perchance acquaintance once known 
‘Tis often misjudged: love, and gratitude sown 
When we’ve reached out to those people we once knew  
Simply to ask, dear friend, “How’s it gone with you?” 
Prompting forgotten impressions: left anew. 

An “Eleventh Power” poem, written for prompt by
dVerse Poets Pub MTB/Poetry Form:

  • stanzaic, written in any number of 11 line stanzas. 
  • syllabic, 11 syllables per line. 
  • rhymed: abababccddd or ababababccc
  • uplifting

Based as well on a morning news segment.

Featured photo by Adrienn on Pexels


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