I feel
like
I'm in
the
Twilight
Zone.
I glance
towards
the television
again.
It really
is you.
Sitting
there,
being
interviewed.
By Letterman,
in New York.
You told me
you were a
writer,
but used
your real
name.
I take
another
sip of my
martini,
and wonder
what I'll
say when
we meet
again.
A contest entry
- Challenge by Annalise.
1400 points, ended November 8, 2007, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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That last stanza really pulled this piece together...
I've never drank a martini. Too bad my drinking days are over...
Nice poem you have here.
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BRAVO!
Excellent write...great job with the contest prompts! I am impressed....and intimidated! LOL
I thought I might try this one also, but this is GRAND!
This is going to be very difficult to top...
Blessings! Tammy

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It came from the Twilight Zone
believe me! And DO write for the contest.....
It's not THAT good...but thanks for your wonderful comments.
Write on!
*PEACE*
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