our telephone call

our telephone call

broken-wine-glass

my best friend
another story
she repeats

my best friend
remember when we
she rambles

my best friend
dancing to Motown
she’s alone

my best friend
how many glasses
she’s lost count

my best friend
a cigarette haze
she blows smoke

my best friend
at home all alone
she prefers

my best friend
an alcoholic
she denies

my best friend
the person she once was
she forgets

my best friend
missing what we had
she hangs up

 

© 2017 All Rights Reserved – Sheri L. Prielipp-Falzone

The Insomniac Writer / The Blogging Owl

 

 

 

the autist

the autist

my last post
leaving it behind
no regrets

in hiding
a civil discourse
yet remains

wishful thought
honest dialogue
on a star

the high road
reaching with wonder
here I am

on the chin
yearning the best view
taking it

the owl hoots
nestled in the oak
moonlight drifts

caring less
except the crickets
no response

the high road
narrow and winding
step by step

© 2017 All Rights Reserved – Sheri L. Prielipp-Falzone

The Insomniac Writer / The Blogging Owl