Sunday, 12 June 2011

dusty trails

Photo Credit: Rob Hanson














my ham radio
I look out for it in the dust
I see the old telephone
hear your voice
crystal clear
with the dust laden towel
I wipe my tears
cold air touches
the back of my neck
when the ham radio crackles
I know it is you hidden in recesses of time

my next step, I stand at the edge of the mountain
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19 comments:

  1. Brian Miller12 June 2011 at 09:32

    you bring a lot of seriousness in that last line...how haunting the voices of our past and our desire to hear them just once more...

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  2. jaerose12 June 2011 at 10:23

    There is something so poignant about 'ham radio'..like something tenuous..you hope it will send the message you need..Jae

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  3. dustus12 June 2011 at 14:28

    I love this. I often feel like I do ham radio when I record my 55s! lol (Not kidding). So here's to self-expression! Enjoying my visits to your blog.

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  4. itslovelyannie.com12 June 2011 at 15:46

    my attention was caught at "ham radio" and then owned by the last line!

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  5. Ann Grenier12 June 2011 at 22:32

    "I know it is you hidden in the recesses of time": a haunting line that holds a comforting truth.

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  6. Old Altonian13 June 2011 at 07:54

    The cold air on the back of the neck; those icy prickles of "Can it be?" - beautifully atmospheric.

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  7. Dee Martin13 June 2011 at 19:33

    a little spooky anticipation - we are left wondering in a good way :)

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  8. Jingle14 June 2011 at 10:27

    kind of haunting,
    magical finish.

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  9. Kim Nelson14 June 2011 at 20:13

    I want to know more!
    That's a sign of a good write!
    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/06/14/letting-go/

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  10. Sean Vessey14 June 2011 at 20:13

    Reaching back for love. I thought the last line made the poem. Great.

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  11. Bluebethley14 June 2011 at 21:42

    I like how this poem uses simple yet powerful imagery to create a sense of loss and connection despite the passage of time. The ending line is also powerful and enigmatic at the same time, leaving the reader with a sense of wonder and mystery. A beautiful poem.

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  12. Margaret14 June 2011 at 21:58

    ..."hidden in recesses of time"... I really liked that.

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  13. Jinksy15 June 2011 at 12:17

    Beautiful last line...

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  14. Pat Hatt15 June 2011 at 15:18

    Great haunting write, enjoyed it all the way through, nice job!

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  15. Fear Not the Darkness but What lies Within15 June 2011 at 16:06

    truly beautiful you've captured the longing to hear their voice once more.

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  16. liv2write2day15 June 2011 at 17:21

    Poignant and something easy to relate to.

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  17. mindlovemisery16 June 2011 at 05:28

    "I know it is you hidden in recesses of time" such a haunting beautiful line you get the feeling you can communicate with spirits through Ham radios just like I always imagined you could seem them on static channels

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  18. Kavita16 June 2011 at 11:05

    Oohh.. a longing / a memory beautifully expressed, Gautami..

    and that last line was simply superb!

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  19. Shail Raghuvanshi17 June 2011 at 07:45

    I just loved it Kavita. Lovely.

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