The month is drawing to a close... sigh... and I have been a very negligent poet. There has been much on my mind in the last few weeks and some days it seems like there is no poetry in my fingertips or my mind. Today's prompt is to write a poem that is one half of a conversation. I usually like that sort of thing, and did a bit of that in my job poem. I will, however, try again.
I can't hear you.
Is that static on the line?
What? I thought you said
Ryan but that was Brian, right?
I don't believe it, that's not like
You always say I am naive.
But really, you can't mean it...
How far along? NO WAY!
Does her grandfather know?
I would say--
Don't you think---
STOP INTERRUPTING ME!
I can't listen to this anymore.
She is my sister, after all.
I might call tomorrow, or Thursday
Bye. No I mean it. Don't call.