Poem: Mobile phone
A mobile phone is painfully poignant in this week’s Poet’s Corner contribution from SA writer Melanie Rees.
Mobile phone
my fluro pink case
conceals the black cold plastic
artificial to hold
the display panel shines in the dark
illuminating time
that no longer holds meaning
I hold it higher, pleading for one more bar
of reception, but it will never be enough
for the call I long to make
maybe I could send one more SMS
but there aren’t enough characters
for all I have to say
You might like
it is my lifeline, as it was his
now it’s cluttered with photos and messages
too precious to delete
I scroll down to that last one
those last words
when he texted
while he drove
and promised to
“b home soon”
Melanie Rees grew up on a farm in the Eastern Hills & Murray Plains Catchment Area and now lives on the Fleurieu Peninsula. She runs her own environmental consultancy business, writes fiction and poetry, and is currently studying Professional Writing at the Adelaide College of the Arts. She has a literary blog at flexirees.wordpress.com/.
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