KNOCK KNOCK

Michael Edwards

 

 

 

 

KNOCK KNOCK

 

(1)

Knock knock smack smack

bang bang whack whack

pound pound tap tap

rap  rap-a-tat-tat

cuff thud and  thrash

swat slug and  bash

I can’t ignore it any more

I’d best go see who’s at the door.

 

 

(2)

Knock knock the creaking door

Swings wide

And footsteps on the flagstone floor

Are heard inside

Her eyes look up her face alight

Arms open wide

Knock knock she welcomes me tonight.

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 16th, 2018 00:19
  • Comment from author about the poem: From fusions - although now convalescing I haven't much new material so thought I'd publish these here - apologies if you've seen them before. The picture is one done for a family of five who wanted it for their hallway.'
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  • Goldfinch60

    Two good ones Michael.

    I hope all is well.

    • Michael Edwards

      Thanks Andy - yes feeling a lot better this morning and the wound has now settled down. Still feeling a bit emotionally drained and i guess boredom will settle in as I am usually so proactive but will keep a low profile until the new year.

    • orchidee

      Are these two fine stanzas linked? Was it (1)Miss Berles knocking at the door, and then (2) you let her in?!
      Another daft thing people say: 'I wonder who that is at the door?' But how will they know unless they open the door? It does help to do that!
      Best wishes M.

      • Michael Edwards

        That was Miss Berles - she studdied as a Knockerer upperer at Yale.

      • dusk arising

        Aww for a moment there i thought it was going to be your pet dawg come home and overjoyed at seeing you.

        It will all end in tears.

        • Michael Edwards

          What will tear it? No dawg here but wouldn't mind one.

          • dusk arising

            My typo.... i meant the wedding cake, in tiers.

            • Michael Edwards

              In tiers of tears that tore her heart - there's a poem there somewhere - if only I were a poet lol

            • BRIAN & ANGELA

              KNOCK KNOCK
              Who's there ?
              Cash
              Cash who ?
              No thanks ~ I'll have a PEANUT !

              HI UNCLE MKE ~ Pleased your are recovering. Love your BALON ROUGE Painting a Classic. I'll commission one when Angela & I start a Family ! Angela has posted ~ A Seasonal Octet of Doublets ~ Seasons of My Mind ~ please check ~ THANKS ~ Yours BRIAN

              • Michael Edwards

                I've done several commissions of the family so just ask. Cheers Brian -

              • orchidee

                How's that evening going M?

              • onepauly

                lucky!

                • Michael Edwards

                  You bet - you don't come any closer to the end of the line .

                • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

                  Nicely written Michael. Hope you are feeling much better.

                  Thanks for posting. 🙂

                  • Michael Edwards

                    Still with post op pain and seeing the nurse for wound review on Monday but feeling better in myself - thanks so much.

                    • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

                      Michael, I missed what happened to you initially, but have seen posts where people are wishing you good health.

                      • Michael Edwards

                        Not a good episode - not sure if you want to know the details but i paste below an explanation given to another well wisher:

                        Within 48 hours I had a near cardiac arrest from haematoma which grew and burst through the scar tissue - the original henia repair was opened up and all traces of the clot were removed and re-sutured and I'm now back feeling a bit sore but otherwise okay.I was out painting when it occurred and looked to see blood streaming down my legs I was so lucky to have a first aider nearby who applied pressure until the paramedics arrived and then an ambulance. I was rushed straight into Resus and had emergency op in a specially opened Theatre by a great dedicated team - I still can't believe that having literally been close to deaths door with a declining pulse of 30 I now back home almost where I started. My wife and family have been great supporting me throughout and dreading the worse. I can't describe the amount of blood lost - all - yes all - my clothes had to be cut away - It was not a day for dignity>.

                        • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

                          Oh, Michael, that's horrible. Yet, you were blessed and given another day to write your incredible poems. You take care of yourself and best wishes. 🙂

                          • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

                            Oh, Michael, that's horrible. Yet, you were blessed and given another day to write your incredible poems. You take care of yourself and best wishes. 🙂

                            • Michael Edwards

                              Can't believe it is now 7 days ago - still some pain - thanks so much for your wishes - they are so appreciated.



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