By Sunlight
The whole world seems softer.
I'm talking to someone four hundred sixty three miles away.
The number of miles doesn't stop the
phone calls, quiet conversations, letters. The
waiting for you to call back,
the emailing and the IM'ing, the
multitasking and tugging a blue shirt over my head
while talking into the speakerphone
and looking at my plain, girl-on-the-outside reflection in the mirror.
Now I'm writing you a letter and I'm fiddling with my necklace
and the sun softens the white, white wall.
copyright Maya Ganesan, 2009
(Inspiration!)
5 comments:
Very nice moment captured in a few words. You go, girl!
i have read some of your poems and am in awe. where do you find your inspiration? how do you find such gorgeous pictures on flickr?
Anonymous - oh, it's all there. You've just got to look for it. :)
Head over to flickr and type in "bokeh." I think you'll like the pics you find there.
ok, thanks. i'll try that
This has such a gorgeous, true feeling.
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