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Ring My Bell

At two in the morning he rings my bell. Doesn't he know it's a little early? I hope he has something he wants to sell. Should I be afraid, possibly worry? There's someone at my door knocking loudly. Doesn't he know it's a little early? I will comb my messy hair, strut proudly, Sheepishly grin and welcome him inside. There's someone at my door knocking loudly. There is no better way, my time to abide. Turn the lights down low and climb back in bed. Sheepishly grin and welcome him inside. There are all sorts of thoughts swirling my head. He is holding my favorite flowers. Turn the lights down low and climb back in bed. Even thought the weather brought rain showers, At two in the morning he rings my bell. He is holding my favorite flowers. I hope he has something he wants to sell.

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Edward Mccall

Date: 12/21/2017 3:19:00 PM

I wonder if the reason you hope he has something sell is so you can tell him to get lost it's two am. Despite having your favorite flowers.

Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/21/2017 6:06:00 PM

Lol. If he's selling Mary Kay or Tupperware at 2 am I'm going to be a tad concerned.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 12/16/2017 6:55:00 PM

A cute one, Rhoda, from the title to the refrains, the image of the flowers he’s holding! <3

Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/16/2017 9:13:00 PM

Thank you, Kim. Who doesn't like wet flowers in the middle of the night? Lol.

Paul Callus

Date: 12/16/2017 2:06:00 PM

You wrote this with a big grin on your face, Rhoda:) Definitely, he came to sell and to buy, or better still, to give and to take! We'll have a clearer picture in the morning:) Regards // paul

Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/16/2017 3:40:00 PM

Lol...yes. Given the fact that I started writing the "A" lines first, yes, I knew how it was going to end, and I was grinning. There was a "gift exchange" going on here. :) Thanks for reading.

Barry Stebbings

Date: 12/16/2017 2:06:00 PM

Oh, this is really good, Rhoda. You have chosen the form well for this story. // Barry

Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/16/2017 3:40:00 PM

Thank you, Barry, Dear.

Silent One

Date: 12/16/2017 1:15:00 PM

You did this form very well...

Silent One
Date: 12/17/2017 3:51:00 AM

Hahaha....Very clever..

Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/16/2017 3:42:00 PM

Thank you, Silent Knight. Sorry....little Christmassy play on words. :)

Eileen Manassian

Date: 12/16/2017 10:41:00 AM

Intriguing piece, my dear. I'm sure those flowers were a prelude to some fun. ;)

Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/16/2017 3:43:00 PM

Thank you, Eileen, and yesssssss, they were.

James Swartz

Date: 12/16/2017 10:13:00 AM

Aren't you glad you answered the door. This is great Rhoda! Very "passionate" thoughts done with such subtlety.

Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/16/2017 3:46:00 PM

Why yes I am! Thank you, James for your kind words.

Caycay Jennings

Date: 12/16/2017 10:13:00 AM

The flair and drama, not to forget the build up, all combined for one talently (made up word) delivered Terzanelle. Color me impressed! Poetry hugs ... CayCay

Caycay Jennings
Date: 12/19/2017 8:21:00 AM

I want to steal builderupper - I love it, have to have it, I'm a wordtaker! builderupper - so much better than being a takerdowner

Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/16/2017 3:45:00 PM

Yes, my Dear CayCay, I'm a builderupper. (also made up) Lol. Thank you so much for your kindlyness. :)

Janice Canerdy

Date: 12/16/2017 9:55:00 AM

Enticing and sexy--great job on this poem, Rhoda! Janice

Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/16/2017 3:47:00 PM

Thank you, Janice. Much appreciated.

Johnny Martinez

Date: 12/16/2017 9:42:00 AM

A very well written poem. There was something in it that reminds me of my younger days. I didn't mind that she didn't have anything to sell. Have a great day.

Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/16/2017 3:49:00 PM

Maybe the Anita Ward song "Ring My Bell" from your younger days? I hate that ever since I named this poem, that song has been stuck in my head and I absolutely disgusted. Lol. Thanks for reading and commenting.

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 12/16/2017 8:37:00 AM

Booty-full pen! ;)

Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/16/2017 3:50:00 PM

Thank you, Dear Maureen.

Joseph May

Date: 12/16/2017 8:29:00 AM

A romantic rendezvous...Nicelt penned Rhoda

Rhoda Tripp
Date: 5/7/2018 10:03:00 PM

Joseph...my dear...how did I miss this and not respond? Slacker, I am. Thank you Dear. Hugs belated.

John Gondolf

Date: 12/16/2017 7:05:00 AM

I had a girlfriend long ago who would show up unannounced in the middle of the night...I always woke up the next morning with a BIG sheepish grin.

Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/16/2017 3:52:00 PM

Lol, John. Unfortunately, not too many people ring doorbells anymore, they text you and the phone chimes. Weird. Thanks for stopping in and reading and for all your support. I love reading your comments.

Vijay Pandit

Date: 12/16/2017 7:03:00 AM

Your poem is as lovely as the yellow rose--full of anticipation and invitation..well written, Rhoda.

Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/16/2017 3:53:00 PM

Thank you so much, Vijay. I appreciate you reading and commenting. Much appreciated.