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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

Date: 12/1/2023 3:26:00 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
Date: 12/1/2023 6:39:00 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
Date: 12/1/2023 6:28:00 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

Date: 11/30/2023 6:46:00 PM

Great Ending... Have a blessed day.................

Lin Lane

Date: 11/30/2023 2:38:00 PM

Ha. Just give him the darn thing. Rogue poet.

John Lawless
Date: 12/1/2023 6:29:00 AM

I thought titling it "HELL'S BELLS"