Hi Guys ,
The other morning I awoke early and for some reason a poem formed and I thought about it for a minute and decided it was pretty good, fell back asleep and now 3/4 of it is gone, gone, gone! Actually, more like 9/10ths of it is gone, because all I really remember is "doorbell", "radio" and "there" . I knew I should have gotten up to write it down, but was too asleep to rouse myself out of bed. It had to do with phantom noises in our heads. So, help me out folks:
Doorbells ring and no ones there,
Radios play, I know not where, (or something like that)
something, something, something,
blah, blah, blah, rhymes with something
This idea came, because a couple of times I have been awakened by what I think is the doorbell, but it isn't the doorbell. It isn't anything. I was telling somebody about that, and I think that's where this poem came from. I just had four lines in my head that morning, and in my sleep induced dream like state, I thought it was good. Now, if I'd actually written it down, it probably wasn't that great! HA Of course, great by my standards is that it had a rhythm and it rhymed!
So ---any ideas any one? While we wait for Laz to do something with the PBW, we might as well have a creative writing class.
Feel free to change the whole thing.
Sue in Vancouver
PS,
And does anyone actually call a radio a radio anymore? Shows my age I guess.