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my ham radio
I look out for it in the dust
I see the old telephone
hear your voice
crystal clear
with the dust laden towel
I wipe my tears
cold air touches
the back of my neck
when the ham radio crackles
I know it is you hidden in recesses of time
my next step, I stand at the edge of the mountain
19 comments:
you bring a lot of seriousness in that last line...how haunting the voices of our past and our desire to hear them just once more...
There is something so poignant about 'ham radio'..like something tenuous..you hope it will send the message you need..Jae
I love this. I often feel like I do ham radio when I record my 55s! lol (Not kidding). So here's to self-expression! Enjoying my visits to your blog.
my attention was caught at "ham radio" and then owned by the last line!
"I know it is you hidden in the recesses of time": a haunting line that holds a comforting truth.
The cold air on the back of the neck; those icy prickles of "Can it be?" - beautifully atmospheric.
a little spooky anticipation - we are left wondering in a good way :)
kind of haunting,
magical finish.
I want to know more!
That's a sign of a good write!
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/06/14/letting-go/
Reaching back for love. I thought the last line made the poem. Great.
I like how this poem uses simple yet powerful imagery to create a sense of loss and connection despite the passage of time. The ending line is also powerful and enigmatic at the same time, leaving the reader with a sense of wonder and mystery. A beautiful poem.
..."hidden in recesses of time"... I really liked that.
Beautiful last line...
Great haunting write, enjoyed it all the way through, nice job!
truly beautiful you've captured the longing to hear their voice once more.
Poignant and something easy to relate to.
"I know it is you hidden in recesses of time" such a haunting beautiful line you get the feeling you can communicate with spirits through Ham radios just like I always imagined you could seem them on static channels
Oohh.. a longing / a memory beautifully expressed, Gautami..
and that last line was simply superb!
I just loved it Kavita. Lovely.
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