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A Fellow Felled Unknown
by Jody PrattI utter into infinity and it screams back,
"STFU."
An offbeat comment to an online poltergeist;
hellbent on telling me the way it should be.
I fade, and when I do I call;
never answering when the phone refuses to pick up.
An emptiness fills me; a pleasure,
at the displacement, an unsatisfied heed;
a displeased beckon.
A severed call, a hand, a finger, a nail; a pause.
Severed, several sudden swells; stitched,
see sewed, strode so; silent bellows, a fellow felled below.
A fellow felled unknown. 01/27/2013 Posted on 01/27/2013
Copyright © 2024 Jody Pratt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Dorian Black on 01/27/13 at 09:51 AM Very powerful, Jody. I was driven by this piece the whole way through. Well done, my fellow unknown. ;) |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/27/13 at 04:01 PM As you and I both know, silence is not an option. I really like the use of "severed" from call to nail, and then "stitched". I especially like that last word. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/31/13 at 01:20 AM Unasked for phone games with strangers can be so weird, but fun at the same time. There's always the mystery of who's at the other end??? I dig the lingo of the title/last line. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/01/13 at 12:57 PM The half stranger "game" who gets fooled the most? Someone attempted communication but who and for what reason? It terminated quickly but still rings in the mind. |
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