Tuning into radio stations
just to hear a voice tonight
but all I hear is white noise
broken fragments of songs
which never had any meaning
to us.
Dialling your number
just to hear it ring out
just to make contact,
I know you won’t answer.
You couldn’t fix this.
White noise
will never be music.
(c) 2008
depressionavoyage
November 29, 2011 at 2:43 am
I love the art you add to your poems.
Emilino Emloile
November 29, 2011 at 2:50 am
This is very eerie but also very realistic. I love it!
judithatwood
November 29, 2011 at 11:07 am
Wow again! another amazing piece of writing! Great composition, perfect word combinations — all I can say is Wow! and please post more.
halfwaybetweenthegutter
November 29, 2011 at 8:44 pm
Oh, thank you
I’m beginning to run out of older poems, so I’m going to have to start writing them properly again.
Morning
November 29, 2011 at 7:47 pm
elegant imagery.
halfwaybetweenthegutter
November 29, 2011 at 8:41 pm
Thank you very much, Morning.
The Cello Strings
November 30, 2011 at 6:11 pm
strong belief, well conveyed message.
HTC Sync
December 18, 2011 at 7:31 pm
You could certainly see your expertise in the work you write. The world hopes for even more passionate writers like you who are not afraid to say how they believe. Always follow your heart.