good writing and the sadness so acute, not hearing someone’s voice for the last time is so heartbreaking, i know this for a fact. i missed that last phone call too.
Promised call..this brought back memories for me, the days when I waited in a phone booth for a secret call from a boyfriend my parents did not want me to see or have contact with…hehehe.
Your poem is lovely Christine. I love the ending, though it is a sad turn of event for the caller.
You have a wonderful sense of humour as one can see on your One liner posts. And you excel in bringing a touch of melancholy to your verses without getting maudlin, which in my opinion, not everyone can do. I know, I love what you write. 🤗💞
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Christine Bolton
December 14, 2018 at 1:33 pm
You are so sweet my dear Punam. Your words really touch me 💕🙂❤️
I was feeling all nostalgic – remembering the red phone box within sight of my mid- teens bedroom window – the anticipation of her calls – the wondering, would she? Thankfully her last call – she no longer liked me! You did this so well, Christine. Hanging up now, Eric.
Excellent tragic poem!
Thanks Jordy💕
You did foreshadow the ending, but I didn’t expect it to be so heartbreaking! Well written, you really surprise the reader!
Thank you so much! I really appreciate it and I’m happy you liked the poem 🙂💕
My pleasure.
good writing and the sadness so acute, not hearing someone’s voice for the last time is so heartbreaking, i know this for a fact. i missed that last phone call too.
I’m so sorry Gina. 😢
A tragic ditty – good build up of tension.
Thanks V.J. 🙂💕
Message poignantly portrayed…
Thank you 🙂
Loved the build up and ending of this!! Very imaginative piece from this prompt!! Bravo!!!
xoxoxo
Thank you dear Charles. I always value your feedback. I’m so happy you liked it! 🙂💕
Very much so! Great post!!
xoxoxo
So much said in so few words 🙁 I have nominated you for a 3.2.1 Quote Me!
http://tao-talk.com/2018/12/14/3-2-1-quote-me-nomination-on-communication/
You are so sweet, thank you.
Promised call..this brought back memories for me, the days when I waited in a phone booth for a secret call from a boyfriend my parents did not want me to see or have contact with…hehehe.
Your poem is lovely Christine. I love the ending, though it is a sad turn of event for the caller.
Thank you Hélène! Yes lots of memories for me too 🙂💕❤️
My pleasure, I so love your poems.
Oh! Such a tragic ending.
I do tend to do that, don’t I? 😕 What does that say about me? Don’t answer that!🙂💕
You have a wonderful sense of humour as one can see on your One liner posts. And you excel in bringing a touch of melancholy to your verses without getting maudlin, which in my opinion, not everyone can do. I know, I love what you write. 🤗💞
You are so sweet my dear Punam. Your words really touch me 💕🙂❤️
🙏💞
I was feeling all nostalgic – remembering the red phone box within sight of my mid- teens bedroom window – the anticipation of her calls – the wondering, would she? Thankfully her last call – she no longer liked me! You did this so well, Christine. Hanging up now, Eric.
Thank you! Yes, the phone box was so much more romantic than an iPhone. 🙂❤️
This is so tragic.
Like a movie! Thanks Sadje 🙂
Yes!