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
Freeda Baker Nichols 
Lovely poem. Alas, though, it made me annoyed at the chimney guy (who hasn’t called back) rather than full of longing.
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lol. Works that way, too!
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I just commented on your post. As you can see, Iâm behind on reading, but Iâm back home and getting back to my routine again. Enjoyed it, by the way.
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I’m sure your time at the beach was lovely!
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Nice poem and as usual a great photo. Haven’t we all wished for that call to be returned in a timely manner!
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Thanks. Universal, I think. Even with texting, I think I prefer the ring of the telephone, for fear I will forget the tone of my children’s voices. lol
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I love this, Freeda. Unsynchronized comunication
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Thank you, Catherine. 🙂
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My home phone is dead–or something. Call my cell until further notice.
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Oh my! Send the repairman a text!
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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.
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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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