The phone rings
Like a belly dancer’s hips
The dings shake and shift
Back and forth,
Bashing me upside the head
Slipping into the quiet
Like tap shoes on a cedar floor
Each step kicking against my nerves
Jun 21, 2019
How The Phone Rings
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - draft
Comments
a short piece but rich in
a short piece but rich in simile and metaphor. I like it.