See, there’s no crime
When the bell chimes
Though one can argue
It chooses its time
In the dead of night
When the sun doesn’t shine
And adding insult to injury
It never treads the line
By keeping time
Which is fine
It delivers its message
In a gasping rasp
A tone tilted by echo
As if singing its last
Feeding us sounds from the past
Making sure that memories last
But where to begin?
These sounds from within
Haunting and pure
With an effortless roar
From a bell that’s no more
Yes, I’m sure, I’m sure
That there’s no crime
When the bell chimes
But before
Before?
Before’s also no more…


Posted by Tom Merriman

A future writer living in the present day

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  1. What a great beat to the words as I read this…envisaging the tolling of a bell in the dead of night and the fear that might evoke.

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    1. Especially for the first time, Oldegg.
      After that the tolling becomes just another sound of the night!

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  2. We uncovered the farm bell in my mothers yard this weekend. It has been grown over for years by a beautiful yellow jasmine vine. We will see if the vine recovers.

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    1. Nature reclaims its own, Beverly, so I think it will.

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  3. Before is sure obscure!

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    1. That it is, Col. But in a dream, the obscure is very real…

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  4. I always enjoy your Wordles, Tom – it’s fun to see how very different our minds are! You always manage to write something pleasant or even uplifting from words where I only see potential for mayhem. I guess that’s why I write thrillers… 😉

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    1. You should try a short Wordle-based thriller, Diane. Mayhem in thrillers seem to go hand in hand to me…! 😀

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  5. Hells Bells!!! 😮

    We get burglar alarms going off on a regular basis round here, so I can relate!!! 🙂

    God Bless!

    Prenin.

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    1. The thing is, Prenin, they all become one, don’t they?

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      1. Yes, unfortunately… 😦

        God Bless! 🙂

        Prenin.

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