Janice Windle


(for Dónall) Telephone Cuddling - Poem by Janice Windle

Alone in the dark,
I cuddle the cold receiver
... receiving...

... enfolded
in the embrace of
your gentle voice...

my cheek resting on
the phantom
of your warm chest.

Your steady heartbeat
pulsing in memory,
rocking me
quietly
into dreams


Comments about (for Dónall) Telephone Cuddling by Janice Windle

  • Freshman - 975 Points Adeline Foster (7/24/2009 1:18:00 PM)

    So brief yet so good. Just right.
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  • Rookie Susan Jarvis (6/27/2009 3:27:00 PM)

    What a beguiling title! This is truly beautiful - a lullaby of love, and all through the medium of 'the cold receiver' - superb! S :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 10, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 8, 2009


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