The Phone Call

American Goldfinch

American Goldfinch

The voice on your answering machine
asked me to leave my name and number,
and so I did. But you’ve not called–
and now it’s time to slumber.

So I shall dream the night away
and hope tomorrow morning brings
the sound of your voice over the wire
to wake me when the telephone rings.

© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols

12 comments on “The Phone Call

  1. I Wilkerson says:

    Lovely poem. Alas, though, it made me annoyed at the chimney guy (who hasn’t called back) rather than full of longing.


  2. dotlatjohn says:

    I just commented on your post. As you can see, I’m behind on reading, but I’m back home and getting back to my routine again. Enjoyed it, by the way.


  3. dotlatjohn says:

    Nice poem and as usual a great photo. Haven’t we all wished for that call to be returned in a timely manner!


  4. Catherine Johnson says:

    I love this, Freeda. Unsynchronized comunication


  5. patlaster says:

    My home phone is dead–or something. Call my cell until further notice.

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  6. Ginger Kemp Pruett says:

    I have never seen a Goldfinch, but it’s such a pretty bird. I have never heard your poems being read, but I read them and enjoy them.


    • The Goldfinch pair stopped by in early spring, ate, and moved on. I loved watching them. So pretty. I’m happy you like reading my poetry, Ginger. I do have a variety and find it hard to choose just which ones to post.


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