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in the dream it was so beautiful
radiant and magical
standing in the clearing
glowing like a rainbow
I rolled up full of wonder
on my tried and trusty Huffy
was this a pay phone of promise
a hot line of human hope
could this be “the” help line
the cosmic clear connection
at the end of the universe
humankind’s “one call”
had this ultimate task
fallen fatefully now to me
the chance we’d waited for so long
to right what had gone so wrong
perhaps I deemed it far too heavy
this call for our deliveance
maybe it was plain and simple
lift the receiver place the call
perhaps it can be dialed up
ordered in like carry out
with some extra insight
and a bit of empathy on the side
or with this special connection
have it beamed down here to earth
from a mothership high above
the mothership of love
with emboldened anticipation
I eagerly forged ahead
lifted the receiver from the cradle
cupped my ear to better hear
the line was dead
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rob kistner © 2012
haha…just our luck for our last call…i like the nod to adams as well…he is a def fav on the bookshelf…just make sure you have your towel….
i like the climax “emboldened” is a great word
meditation station
I love the suspense that you sustain in this poem and the symbolism. Wonderful.
The line was dead. 🙂 Ha ha. Of course it was. So it goes with all things we obsess over, contemplate and negotiate until the opportunity, adventure, risk, or concern no longer exists.
You had me holding my breath right ’til the end! Very well done !
Oooo…. For a moment I thought it even might be Dr Who coming to save us all. ;~D
could this be ‘the’ help line
the cosmic clear connection
at the end of the universe
humankind’s “one callâ€
If only! 🙂
Possibly burning down the phone booth and sending smoke signals?
This is a stressful dreamscape you have breathed life into here. So much pondering. I enjoyed the way you used the doubtfulness to build anticipation. It all came to a decisive ending….. a dead line. A restless sleep for sure. Nice insights. Thanks for sharing, Rob.
indeed nice symbolism Rob….thanks for sharing
It’s often the way with these wretched phone booths. Well worked out poem. Thanks, Rob.
I see you are as talented as ever Rob:
The line was dead….
Always !
rel
Oh I wasn’t expecting the surprise ending…nice write Rob…
A wonderful build up to the closing line.
Flows so well and the last line brings it to a sudden, stunning stop.
Great work here.
wonderful poem and take on the prompt, Rob– phoning home, indeed. xxxj I’m at http://parolavivace.blogspot.com
So the big call and the line is dead. And ready to level everything out. Nice.
Wow great poetry! On a bike when you need to call home you really do not want an unanswered phone line …as in like there needs to be a 24/7 connection for help as needed.
Changing Step…I care for my Mom and now the roll is changed more then steps. She is still my mentor and teacher for I know that what I learned from Mom and Dad was the most important part of my education.