Tuesday, October 25, 2005

A POEM

poem by jeffrey mcdaniel
The Quiet World


In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly a hundred
and sixty-seven words,
per day.

When the phone rings,
I put it to my ear
without saying hello.
In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night,
I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn't respond,
I know she's used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that,
we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.

6 comments:

sister celtic said...

OH TERRY THAT POEM BLOWS ME AWAY.. MAY I PLEASE BORROW IT FOR MY BLOG.. WOW.. THANKYOU.

Autumn Storm said...

I like this poem :-)

tsduff said...

Anne & Autumn, glad you liked the poem - it really struck a chord in me too. I sent it to my own long distance lover.

Autumn Storm said...

:-)
(sigh!) Ah, so sweet ;-)

Sherri said...

I love this poem!

Anonymous said...

SPEAK AS YOU WISH !!!!! .always,i repeat,always, QUESTION THE GOVERNMENT. FOR THE GOVERNMENT ALMOST NEVER HAS YOUR BEST INTERESTS IN MIND.gb