“dimmed lights”

Written for:  The Twiglets #310 - dimmed lights

Six previews,
six advertisements–
then, dimmed lights.
Finally, main feature.

Lights dim in restaurant,
what are they hiding?

in dimmed bedroom
monster grins from corner chair
sliver of moonlight

         There was a man so dimwitted
     he went skiing, knowledge limited.
             Rented boots and skis
               for a hefty fee.
Fell down in boots.  Luckily skis were omitted.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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16 Responses to “dimmed lights”

  1. Sadje says:

    Great take.


  2. Debi says:

    I have seen that monster before. He was always gone when I woke, thankfully. Nice job with four different thoughts.


  3. Misky says:

    Second one is a pet peave of mine. I have enough trouble seeing, without someone whipping off the lights.


  4. Jules says:

    1) Lucky if you only had six ads… We just saw ‘A Man Called Otto’ – the volume is always too loud.
    2) Never go into the kitchen of your favorite resturant!
    3) Brave monster to get out from under the bed or leave the closet 🙂
    4) Awe… at least only perhaps his pride was dimmed. 😀


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