Tag Archives: #Bell

When the bell for Poetry rings.

When the bell for Poetry rings.

When the bell for Poetry rings,

many things happen;

one of which,

is… that I, start to itch;

to grab a pen, I must;

brush off the dust

from my exercise book,

take a look around to see

if the coast is clear,

and hear the words

that are poised to flow…

the words from near

and far fly in

and land within my head;

“Gosh! Such words!” I say;

and so on, until the process goes to bed.

The Tale of the Toll of the Bell

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“That infuriating bell!”

It rang and rang and rang
After a while, the people got used to it
And it rang and rang and rang

After three weeks – exactly – it turned itself off
All by itself
Of its own accord

And the people noticed – it took them quite a few seconds; but, notice, they did, that the noise of the bell had stopped.

After a while, the people forgot about it.