Cathy’s poem, “TELEPHONE OF THE WIND” rings a bell with me during this early Christmas season when we are planning this season’s festivities. We remember past friends and family no longer with us. Sometimes something we wish we had expressed enters our memories . . .
Matt Wakefield and John Prentice wrote this about the phone located in the woods. near Olympia, Washington. “The concept could not be simpler or more profound: Place a disconnected telephone in the woods, available to anyone who needs to talk to someone who cannot hear them.”
As often happens in Cathy’s poems, she takes what she is experiencing and turns it in an unexpected direction…
Enjoy the poem,
Tim
TELEPHONE OF THE WIND
Cathy Ross
Deep in the forest
near Olympia, theres a dial phone
attached to a giant cedar tree
It isn’t connected to anything
there are no wires,
no solar power or batteries
yet this phone carries words
that travel across time and space
to loved ones who are gone
The words may be memories,
that time we saw the moon
above the lake, the day you
said you loved me,
they may be family news,
you’d be so proud of him
he’s in college now,
or they may be
what you meant to say
but never did,
unspoken words
that have been waiting
until now.
It is a telephone for anyone
who grieves a loss
and has messages
they want to share,
Call me,
such a simple phrase,
we use it all the time.
Why not take your phone
right now, a real one,
and talk with someone
while they are still alive?
CREDITS FOR POSTS:
Poet: Cathy Ross
Photographers: Matt Wakefield, John Prentice, Edward Byer,George Becker, Nafi Sufaka
Graphic Designer: Tim Olson
Editors: Lorelie & Tim Olson
NESTER url: https://notesfromanester.com
To read Cathy’s previous post, “ROSELYN” PATTERN – click here
