April 15, 2009

NaPoWriMo #15

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



January said...

Very nice moment captured in a few words. You go, girl!

Anonymous said...

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?

Maya Ganesan said...

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.

Anonymous said...

ok, thanks. i'll try that

Holly said...

This has such a gorgeous, true feeling.