My ‘Poem Attempts’ Farewell

So of course yesterday, my Poem Attempt 4 signalled the ending to my blog’s ‘Poem Attempts’.

If you missed it you’re probably thinking ‘What the hell are you on about?’

Well basically if you do not know, I am a writer of the genre Psychological Horror, Mystery, Thriller and Sci Fi I have written two books Endurance and The Author.

I have never been a fan of poetry nor have I ever written it. But for my university course, I had to write poetry. Of course, I was very worried about it. I remember fearing that this one module would finish me off and make me lose my degree. But I actually enjoyed writing poetry.

I decided to share my poems on this blog for you to read. I decided to do a ‘Poem Attempts Weekend’ event on my blog over four days. I uploaded a poem once a day.

If you missed this then you can catch up with it all by scrolling through my blog or you can just click here to see all my poems on one page.

If you want to see the posts separately with my thought process/commentary,  then please click on each of the poem attempts below to see each blog post.

Poem Attempt 1: Invisible Friend

Poem Attempt 2: My Family

Poem Attempt 3: 4 5683 968

Poem Attempt 4: Emotion + Experience – A Path Of Life

 

Thank you for reading!

Poem Attempt 3: 4 5683 968

Firstly I would like to thank everybody who is following my ‘Poem Attempts Weekend’ with me. Hope you’re enjoying them!

Although poetry is completely out of my comfort zone, I decided to throw romance into the mix.
This was another task for my university course. The task was to write a poem using or about technology. A pretty broad subject right?
I decided to focus partly on texts/texting, including stereotypical ‘text speech’.

If you haven’t already been following my ‘Poem Attempts Weekend, then please feel free catch up starting with ‘Poem Attempt 1: Invisible Friend’ followed by ‘Poem Attempt 2: My Family’.

But for now, here’s Poem Attempt 3!

 

Copyright © 2014 T. J. Blake
All rights reserved.

 

4 5683 968

 

Dazzled by the phone’s screen in the blackness,

Waiting for a text or call.

Staring at her name, I picture her within,

Lustring hair,

Outstandingly addictive stare,

Voluptuous and,

Enticing lips.

 

Previous message, “its nt u its me”,

Patterns itself across my watering eyes,

The inner voice repeating the text,

That un-describable feeling from my stomach to my throat,

Salted tears fills my senses, hope disperse.

“plz dnt leave”, followed by 4 5683 968. Send.

 

Phone groans, light shines; burning eyes.

“needin space” comes the reply,

The brain freezes, the heart sinks,

Loneliness settles,

Tears fall.

 

I begin to type, what to say?

Beg her? Respect her plea?

Instead, I just type “4 5683 968”,

“I Love You”

 

By T. J. Blake