John Lawless Poet Free verse

Those Bells

Those bells, those jubilant, jaunty clangers
Vibrating chimes dancing across meadows
Cavorting through town
Are gone.
Stolen by a rogue poet
Abetted by a teacher
Who played a recording
Of Poe’s….THE BELLS.
Around the fifth replay
I swore off poetry for life,
Rescued only by 
Tintinnabulation therapy.
I still cringe
At the sound of a doorbell.
Not Poe’s fault
My neighbor
Is always looking
To borrow something
I offered to lend him
The bell.

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Ink Empress December 1, 2023 at 3:26 AM Ah what a profound opening so deep and meaningful, and hah not poes fault that ending made me laugh! You are so clever and creative. What kind of therapy is tintinnabulation? Thats very interesting. I hope the neighbor is happy now with the bell. Your poems are fun! Pleasure reading this Ink Empress December 1, 2023 at 6:39 AM Oh very interesting. Thank you for sharing. I don’t remember most of the time what i read. I like how creative this is John Lawless December 1, 2023 at 6:28 AM Poe refers to "the tintinnabulation of those bells, those bells, bells, bells, bells, bells" in the poem. I have never been able to remove that line or word from my deepest dilirium...thus the need for tintinnabulation therapy

Paula Goldsmith November 30, 2023 at 6:46 PM Great Ending... Have a blessed day.................

Lin Lane November 30, 2023 at 2:38 PM Ha. Just give him the darn thing. Rogue poet. John Lawless December 1, 2023 at 6:29 AM I thought titling it "HELL'S BELLS"