LW Poetry

This feature showcases original poems by members of the Creative Writers Club of Leisure World and other GRF members.

The Doorbell Rang

Of course I answered, and an unknown lady said, “Hi, my name is Sue, and I have a Special supper meal for you.”

The perfume she wore played havoc with my nose; I loved it.

Focusing, I saw a terrific-looking lady, dressed well with perfectly applied make-up, making her even more attractive.

AND THE DOORBELL RANG A quick smile attached to careful humor manufactured sparks which flew between us.

As I reached to receive the package she brought, our hands accidentally touched.

She spoke, and at the same moment, I mumbled.

AND THE DOORBELL RANG ONCE MORE I hope she’ll return quickly, and I promised to myself not to act so very handicapped when next we meet She did promise another delivery the following week, and I shook, hoping of course that she wouldn’t notice.

I just can’t wait for the next delivery And for the DOORBELL TO RING ONCE AGAIN —Mitch Cohen, Mutual 15