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Cell Phone Can Predict Weather or Not to Go Home (Haiku)

by Sandy M. Humphrey

snubbing me with silent cell
no pride and joy rings
signal cold front this evening

01/26/2010

Author's Note: Usual lunchtime call missing today, mmm someone seems miffed. Barnes and Noble maybe?

Posted on 01/26/2010
Copyright © 2020 Sandy M. Humphrey

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/26/10 at 11:22 PM

uh oh... :)

Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/27/10 at 01:30 AM

Oh dear...best find a way to avoid the sudden cold snap!!! *grin*

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/27/10 at 02:59 PM

Love it.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 02/06/10 at 05:45 PM

I like the way one could read this poem without having seen the title and come up with a quite different interpretation. In other words, the poem sings and rings in a different voice - e.g. imagine that it was written 19th century. It still works.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/24/10 at 01:05 PM

Glad I finally got to read this Sandy. An excellent combination of technology and love, or maybe lost love. A lot of poetic electricity in those three little lines.

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