The bell rings
dim and tinny,
the door is made
of sponge so the
knocks are unheard
the key is old, rusted
and ineffective
the “come” is worn
away from the
welcome mat.
the “L” keeps
disappearing
and the “we”
took a walk
in the opposite
direction
out with the
garbage at last;
clean fresh air
Unseen depth below the surface, done so well with such few words.
Reviewed by Alexander Shaumyan (Reader)
Reviewed on October 27, 2002
Loved the sarcasm. Very good.
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on October 27, 2002
Your poem is unique, creative and refreshing as are you are as a writer. You are a sweet lovely Lady. And I have terrific admiration for you as a poet and a writer and a person. More so for the wonderful Lady you are. Bill Hugs
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on October 27, 2002
Ahhh I'm not surprise at all by your creativity! Wonderful write! :) My tummy still aches from your email sweetie! LOL hugs and luv, precious...
Reviewed by Allen Filius (Reader)
Reviewed on October 26, 2002
I like the expressions used, and I also agree that it's very creative. As a new writer, the more I read, the more I'm inspired.
Allen
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This is da** good! To clever, I love it.
Love, JC xoxoxoxo
Allen
Erin
:)
Jack