Taking the Risk – a bond repaired (IP)

By Rhiannonw

Mon, 14 Oct 2013
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The night came early,
sky overcast,
and Meg felt dreary,
with thoughts of past
Christmases when
family had gathered –
(Sue, Martin, Ben …),
but now no-one bothered;
she was all alone
with her telly and cat.
Good times she had known,
now life felt so flat.

The curtains were drawn.
the fire glowing warm,
she looked at the phone,
with the sound of the storm
beginning outside
– a clatter and wail;

but the noise couldn’t hide
her longings, or veill
the dream in her heart
that nagged at her mind,
to make a new start
lost friendship to find.

If she tried phoning Sue
or Martin, or Ben,
well,  what would they do,
would they quarrel again?
Her hand drifted out
to the phone, lying near,
she struggled with doubt,
embarrassment, fear.

Once more her hand
began to move
[‘I cannot stand
this lack of love!’]

And in the end
she moved in haste
she must not spend
this eve in waste.

The number rang,
and that not heard    
for oh, so long
spoke out the word
‘Hello’ –
Sue’s voice!
both knew they cared,
two hearts rejoice –
a bond repaired.
 

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Comments

Submitted by Bee on

It just takes one, to let go of fear - pride, or whatever is getting in the way and make the first move...

lovely flowing poem, Rhiannon.

 

Enjoyed.

Bee

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Yes, that's what was on my mind, thinking of dark, lonely evenings.
Thank you, Bee, for letting me know. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Isn't it always the way, Rhiannon? God, I relate so well to this. Been meaning to make a call myself. Maybe i will. Thank you for this.

Rich

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I hope that call has good results, too. Thank you for commenting, Rich. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Yes Rhiannon this is so real! It makes me think I should make more of an effort to speak to my sister who lives in North London. We lead different lives and she is the only sibling I have....    Elsie

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

It will be nice if I have encouraged a few re-contacts! Nice to hear from  you,
regards, Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Art of the Diver on

The fear of rejection is often so real for some and sadly limits their very ability to grow at those times when reaching out is in fact, the best way to counter the fear... nice work this... thanks for sharing your talent... PD

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you for your comment. Nice to hear from you. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by prettyrose on

Hi Rhiannonw :) I hope your well.

 

This pulled at my heart strings like many i'm sure. But sadly there's not always a welcoming voice or email or text, these days for most, even when one as made the first contact, once or twice lol.

 

But I loved it and as always, It's always a pleasure to read your work!!!!!

 

Keep Smiling

Keep Writing :)

smiley Keep Smiling

Keep Writing xxx

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, Prettyrose, I am well, though finding a caring role quite difficult. But how are you at present?
Yes, It is hard when there is no response, but better to try, even if not accepted than to refuse to make the first move, I guess. At least trying to show the door to contact is still open. Then all one can do is pray for them probably. Tough, though. Rhiannon

 

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Rhiannon

Sound advice - and a lovely poem, which was almost like prose, but the rhymes made it into more.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Jean. Glad you enjoyed. Rhiannon