Sorry For Not Answering The Phone
Our lives ring out,
Like a metronome of memories
placed in perfect little picture frames,
around the borders of my heart,
Children in the streets,
That we mold between bed sheets,
Thier change jingle-jangles in the
Pull me close again
because I miss that taste
that tender touch,
Where would I be?
Who would I become?
Had you not thrown your life,
Had we not made this tornadic,
A little more bearable,
Jingle-jangling against our bedside table.
I like writing Ekphrastic Poetry. For those that don’t know what that means, it’s where your inspiration is drawn from something like a song or a dance routine or a movie. It’s a poet ‘reflecting’ on something like a painting or statue through their own writing.
This poem, one of my favorites, was inspired by a song created by the band, in love with a ghost, called Sorry For Not Answering The Phone, I’m Too Busy Trying To Fly Away. It’s a beautiful, simple song that I constantly listen to in my Writing Music playlist and I hope that someone can take just as much love away from it as I do.
So, I hope you enjoy and are looking forward to next weeks poem!