One day Little-girl-she went out to
walk with her mother.  For some reason
they walked right down the middle of the street;
Now don’t you go too far ahead!  warned Mommy-she            

On ahead went Little-girl-she,
sometimes looking back, making sure that Mommy-she
was still there (“too far” nagging,) 
and Mommy-she was still there every
time, until one time, one time she was not:  Little-Girl-She
knew, then and there, that she had gone too far, 
          too far …           

stared … 

ran …


but when she got back to the spot, 
nothing was there, nothing but a manhole
staring right back up at her, a manhole with
no lid; a manhole with nothing but pipe ends staring
up at her – little holes; pipe ends filled the mouths     
of the manholes: ugly little mouths, like a thousand
manholes gaping …

Little-girl-she stood still and bent, 
and then she ran round and round,
and then she zigzagged every way
from manhole to manhole, from here to there,
from what to where,
connecting the manholes … connecting the dots
and when she had connected all the dots
all the manholes …

there stood a gigantic zigzaggedy Mommy-she
and Little-girl-she screamed, screamed at Mommy-she

Why did you do leave me?

Then she fell into her Mommy-she’s arms.





Table of Contents


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Writer:  Walt Fellman 

Walt Fellman


Serious Poems

Beaches of Normandy

The After-Rain (or:  Gutter Talk)



Floes of Mind

The Tom 

No More Songs Today

Taula-Paula D.

New Orleans Maw


The Catch

Taffy and Joshua

The Deeming


The Distance to Yesterday

Humorous Poems

Benjamin in Bed

Dance in the Grade-School Gym

Grade-A Trouble 

 That Maple Tree Thing  

  Something Something 

Lucky Kid 

Cryin’ up a Sto’m

The LoveSong of Window and Shade

Children’s Stories

The River that Ran Away

Educational Limericks

Christmas, by Jingle

The Hang


The Rise and Fall of Edison High School

 Jenny JenJen



No More Songs Today


No More Songs Today

Unguarded song-thoughts,
currents run below
carrying to me, as water, a bubble
playing at my mind, 
lifting a bobbing, near-conscious 
dream-thought:  a creature     
emerging at line’s end:  
“I see your Face before me …” 
Visible now:
at once risen, 
soon to submerge. 

Visible now!
“What Lonely Hours
the Evening Shadows Bring …
and I am seized, rocked

awake by my own surging deep:
that Voice!  
beguiling:  waves
that Vanish
on the dark side, where
Shadows sing —
and hours endure.

The torch I carry,
the songs that lurk,
I fear
and act on cue 
to plug it with a cork, a bottle
bobbing like a buoy, stopping-up
the strains within — 
And as I do I say 
No more Voices!  
No more songs today!