Rhoda Tripp Poet Terzanelle

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 December 21, 2017 at 3:19 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 December 21, 2017 at 6:06 PM Lol. If he's selling Mary Kay or Tupperware at 2 am I'm going to be a tad concerned.

Kim Rodrigues December 16, 2017 at 6:55 PM A cute one, Rhoda, from the title to the refrains, the image of the flowers he’s holding! <3 Rhoda Tripp December 16, 2017 at 9:13 PM Thank you, Kim. Who doesn't like wet flowers in the middle of the night? Lol.

Barry Stebbings December 16, 2017 at 2:06 PM Oh, this is really good, Rhoda. You have chosen the form well for this story. // Barry Rhoda Tripp December 16, 2017 at 3:40 PM Thank you, Barry, Dear.

Paul Callus December 16, 2017 at 2:06 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 December 16, 2017 at 3:40 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.

Silent One December 16, 2017 at 1:15 PM You did this form very well... Silent One December 17, 2017 at 3:51 AM Hahaha....Very clever.. Rhoda Tripp December 16, 2017 at 3:42 PM Thank you, Silent Knight. Sorry....little Christmassy play on words. :)

Eileen Manassian December 16, 2017 at 10:41 AM Intriguing piece, my dear. I'm sure those flowers were a prelude to some fun. ;) Rhoda Tripp December 16, 2017 at 3:43 PM Thank you, Eileen, and yesssssss, they were.

CayCay Godwin December 16, 2017 at 10:13 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 Godwin December 19, 2017 at 8:21 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 December 16, 2017 at 3:45 PM Yes, my Dear CayCay, I'm a builderupper. (also made up) Lol. Thank you so much for your kindlyness. :)

James Swartz December 16, 2017 at 10:13 AM Aren't you glad you answered the door. This is great Rhoda! Very "passionate" thoughts done with such subtlety. Rhoda Tripp December 16, 2017 at 3:46 PM Why yes I am! Thank you, James for your kind words.

Janice Canerdy December 16, 2017 at 9:55 AM Enticing and sexy--great job on this poem, Rhoda! Janice Rhoda Tripp December 16, 2017 at 3:47 PM Thank you, Janice. Much appreciated.

Johnny Martinez December 16, 2017 at 9:42 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 December 16, 2017 at 3:49 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 Pigeon Tart December 16, 2017 at 8:37 AM Booty-full pen! ;) Rhoda Tripp December 16, 2017 at 3:50 PM Thank you, Dear Maureen.

Joseph May December 16, 2017 at 8:29 AM A romantic rendezvous...Nicelt penned Rhoda Rhoda Tripp May 7, 2018 at 10:03 PM Joseph...my dear...how did I miss this and not respond? Slacker, I am. Thank you Dear. Hugs belated.

John Gondolf December 16, 2017 at 7:05 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 December 16, 2017 at 3:52 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 December 16, 2017 at 7:03 AM Your poem is as lovely as the yellow rose--full of anticipation and invitation..well written, Rhoda. Rhoda Tripp December 16, 2017 at 3:53 PM Thank you so much, Vijay. I appreciate you reading and commenting. Much appreciated.