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My Muse Plays Ding Dong Ditch
by Mary Ellen SmithThe phone rings and no one is there.
Ding Dong!
I run for the doorbell
The stoop is empty.
He is playing tricks on me again.
The back door bell...
Brrriiiing!
I am not fast enough.
Running through the house like a madwoman.
I have stepped on the cat, spilled my tea
and jammed my toe.
But at least he has come to call,
So I run for a sharp pencil and fresh paper.
Perched on the edge of my chair
I wait.
But he has had his fun.
And like a thought that one cannot quite remember,
He is gone.
01/25/2004 Posted on 01/25/2004
Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 01/25/04 at 09:32 PM Fun to read Mar. Muses can drive you dingy at times.....Charlie |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 01/26/04 at 01:37 PM Yes, this does happen. An idea before one is able to grasp is superimposed by another and by the time we are prepared to register it they are gone. And then we find that we just can't walk back onto the same layer of awareness. You presented this beautifully. |
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