NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Fifteen

Posted on April 15, 2019 by Mary Beth Frezon

One of the more recent changes in the world…

While I’m talking,
your eyes, lowered,
never look at me.
I’m not sure you
are listening at all
but you occasionally nod.
At me? I’m uncertain.
You speak but not to me
your lips reciting
what your fingers send.
Is there etiquette
I should follow here,
like waiting twenty
minutes for a professor?
I don’t know and so
I wait for the return
of conversation.

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6 Responses to NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Fifteen

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  2. Ken Gierke says:
    April 15, 2019 at 8:22 pm

    Damn cell phones.

  3. Manja Mexi Movie says:
    April 16, 2019 at 9:02 am

    :( Here as well. What to do? Simply wait it out?

  4. Kristin says:
    April 16, 2019 at 3:14 pm

    I read the poem twice before looking at the comments. I hadn’t realized you were with a cell phone talker! Now it’s obvious. I wondered who could be so rude.

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