A Short Collection of Trashy Poems

Prince, thanks for your comment, so cleverly playing back on the poem.

Delta, I wondered about that, it's really not necessary, I just stuck it in, er, quickly. It's now taken out at your suggestion. Thanks for the pointer and kind words.

Hmm, this one almost sounds familiar, but not. To be connected is a good thing. But sometimes it's not all that...

Another excellent piece of reality.

Well done my dear.

Thanks Mary. Speaking from experience perhaps?

hmmm. Don't even go there.

Hmmm, this sounded familiar from the Minimalist Poetry Contest. Good idea to post it in your thread, as we all can now comment. I think with your editing, it has gained in power and looks even more minimalist to me, which makes it all the more poignant. And it rings a bell in my head, a sad bell from the past... Thank you for posting...

I liked this - not sure whether the subscriber is actually speaking to the operator (do they really still have telephone operators in the US?) or to herself and the 'wailing' of the dialling tone.

H

Pithy and dark night of the soulish...reminds me of that old song by Jim Croce. A good'un as usual, Haunted.

Lonely.

I like the element of confusion in this. It suits this tale of desperate loneliness

I hear ya, Mary, sigh.

Dieter, I recycle trash :wink5: It's great to know that you find the rewrite better.

Hill, amazingly (some) phone companies haven't totally abandoned us yet, they still have operators on their land lines. Also most businesses do if you survive the endless loop of menus. I usually just press 0 randomly and if I'm lucky I get an operator. But yeah, it's an internal dialogue in many ways. I didn't even realize the dial tone resembles wailing, you are brilliant :=D

Qim, I know Jim Croce's voice but not familiar with his music. Do you know the name of the song? Thanks for your comment as always.

Jerry, lonely indeed. Thanks for the read.

Fire, so glad it works for you. I value your comments. Thanks!

Night & Day


that's us
we NEVER see
eye to eye

all except
that one moment
every day

when we meet
each other
halfway


face to face


nose to nose


until we fuse
into one climactic
flushed Sunset

Love the spareness of this, the absence of pushiness in it!

Cryptic but filled with so much promise.

I just wonder whether the "will" in L7 is essential to the message in this poem - if not you might consider removing it to smooth the final few lines' gentle flow to its conclusion

(or possibly making it "we'll").

H

Hill, I agree "will" gets in the way and I removed it.
If it's cryptic it's because it's not written all that well and I just revised it. I wanted to write about the magical daytime and nighttime border on the globe as the earth turns (Day —> Sunset <— Night). At the same time I want to draw a parallel that people (couple) who are opposites of each other can meet each other halfway—perhaps.

Prince, I hope I didn't muck it up too badly and spoil the spareness.

I too read it as cryptic at first when the light was blinding. Exposed in the dawn looking in all the wrong places. x