Poetry – The Phone Call

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Phone Call

by Talin Mari

 

Waiting impatiently for the call,

Nothing delays it from arriving.

 

The phone rings,

The heart beats,

The soul softens,

The voice echoes,

The eyes imagine,

The phone clicks.

 

Sliding softly in the silky chair,

Imagination is only left stirring.

Poetry for the Silent

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“Poetry for the Silent”

By Talin Mari

 

I sit in the shadows waiting to be noticed,

My silence makes me invisible, an unknown,

I cry with desire, my only effort to be heard,

My voice waits patiently to scream a word.

 

Let me have a moment to speak,

Let me have a moment to be heard,

Let me have a moment to be free,

Free to captivate everyone I see.

 

I may be in the shadows eagerly waiting,

I may be listening to the noises around me,

When I break free, everyone will be in awe,

When I break free, my voice will amaze all.

 

My voice will be there to help,

My voice will be there to inspire.

 

Patience…

My voice can be heard.

Patience…

My voice will be heard.

Patience…

My voice has been heard….