Saturday, January 27, 2018

Hello, Operator?

Fuzzy brain fumble
through the mist
and
fog

Sun up
sun down
doesn't matter
it's just smog

Waiting 
a whole lifetime and 
then some
For what?

To 
become

Not me.
Never me.

I'm not here
Do you hear?
Call back later
when the air
is clear.





9 comments:

  1. This poem got its claws into me, Stephanie! It's sparse, stark and minimal, and expresses a loneliness and disappointment with the human condition. Resonating in my mind still well after reading it. Great stuff!

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    1. Thank you so much, Trish. You totally got what I was going for.

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  2. Deep poem, I am not sure if I got the full meaning. Are you saying that you do not feel like you have found yourself yet or that you are just not present in your life?

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    1. It's a little bit of both. I wasn't in a very good mindset as I was going through some things in my life at the time, so this was my therapy. Thank you so much for reading!

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  3. This sounds like me first thing in the morning. check back later when I can think clearly.

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  4. Hehe....just like Mary, this reminds me of those moments when I'm hungry. I simply can't focus on anything minus where i can get my next meal and then, I'm back full-force to duty!

    Thanks, Steph, for sharing.

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  5. Oh Stephanie, such a good poem and there are days i can relate to this!! It's beautifully written, thought provoking and it can mean slightly different things to different people as they go through life!

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