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
Based as well on a morning news segment.
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