Phone Booth by Sean Patrick Mahoney |
he makes the call,
to enlighten her.
She, at home, anxiously waiting,
imagining the worst.
He'd taken a wrong turn,
somewhere along the way,
and ended his journey here.
How does he explain
how lost he still feels?
Staring at the glass wall
of the phone booth,
he reflects on this Purple Passage
He clears his throat,
and tries to shed some light
on the cycle of their life.
© Marilyn Brindley
Taking part in The Mag 105 with Tess at Willow Manor. See how others interpreted that photograph by Mahoney.
ah we move in endless cycles...and it takes a lot of effort to break out of them...and intentionality....
ReplyDeleteHi Nell,
ReplyDeleteThat song cracked me up! How awful; typical bit of male selfishness that just had to explain all the details of how it happened, lol. Love the photo and the poem too.
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Little Nell this is awesome....you certainly captured a situation that many a gal has experienced. Great writing here! :-)
ReplyDeleteIf only an old flame had attached a compass to his bike back in '85!! Can relate here a little! And as always, I enjoy a bit music to a post.....
ReplyDeleteNice...we've all been on the bike...or at home answering the call at one time or another haven't we?
ReplyDeletelove the cycle...and the bicycle...nicely done and thanks for sharing your word
ReplyDeleteI like this. Some nice wordplay in there.
ReplyDeleteThe song so suits your poem. Nice one.
ReplyDeletea phone call to ease the pain; any time of day or night.
ReplyDeleterel
How does he explain
ReplyDeletehow lost he still feels?
What a world of meaning lies behind these words.
That he can never go home again saddens me.
ReplyDeleteNice plays on words with the "cycle", and that "Purple Passage" is brilliant!
ReplyDeleteGreat write!.
ReplyDeleteJJRod'z
A well matched duet of words and music...
ReplyDeleteA Sad Connection..........
ReplyDeleteExcellent write!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]