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neptune's telephone

Photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales





i'm gonna downsize
to a palace
i can carry on my back
givin' up my 
landline
gettin' off the fast track
breakin' up
my shell collection
scatterin' it all a'round
on several sunny beaches
that's where it'd all be found
so if you'd like
to reach me 
or just leave me alone
grab a conch
and ring me 
on neptune's telephone

Rene ~ June 2011

Comments

  1. Love this little ditty! You are so very clever Rene.

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  2. Or reach you by "Shell Phone". Very clever write Rene. Great rhyming too!

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  3. well that would certainly be simplifying things...all i get from the phone is the sound of the waves though...

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  4. Awesome! I loved it! Short and to the point, very fun and creative.

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  5. What a shell game! Great poem. thank you for sharing.

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  6. I can hear the tune for this one.

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  7. sweet, simple, sublime.
    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/06/14/letting-go/

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  8. Nice and simple - I feel a song in the air

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  9. Elaine's comment takes the biscuit! 'Shell phone'! LOL

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  10. Great modern commentary, and really really fun to read!

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  11. I love this, Rene! For many reasons...

    And thank you for the sweet congratulatory comment on my blog - I truly appreciate that.

    Have a smooth day and chat with you soon...

    :-}) Anna

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  12. I loved the sing-song casual feel of your words. Great set up with those first three lines!

    - Dina

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  13. Hey, I'm all for a party line into the blue deeparoo, conch shells for Dixie cups, poems for wires plugged into every happy beach. O Neptune, you keep me hangin' on the telephone ... Brendan

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  14. The plays-on-words are apt, and amusing. Thank you

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  15. Ring .. ring .. it's me Helen. I wait each week to see what treat you have created. This one is quite tasty!

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  16. A shell phone! Why didn't Maxwell think of that 99?
    But seriously (I'm kidding) this only needs a melody and you have a hit song!

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  17. Aaaaah! That was fun indeed. Who needs mobile phones, eh..!?

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  18. Fun read, enjoyed the pacing of it, had a nice ring to it..haha

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  19. thanks guys! I have a feeling you'll all be singing this one on the beach :)

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  20. When you pick up the phone, you can hear the ocean.

    See ya 'round, Rene. I may do some beachcombing of my own :)

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  21. MWAAHHHH!! Awesome!! I am picking up this telephone RIGHT NOW!! I need to make some urgent calls.. :)

    Gosh... I soooo loved this, Rene! Hats off to your imagery!!

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  22. This was brill!
    I can actually see a little fella singing along with it!

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  23. It truly is a gift to be simple. Love this.

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  24. Sounds wonderful. Great piece.

    Cheers,

    Casey

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  25. unbeatable humor.
    the last line makes me smile.
    profound tale.

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