my dentist wonders
if it will rain
but I say nothing –
his fingers in my mouth
© Steve Mitchell 2013
It is, in fact, supposed to rain tonight. 😉 I’ll call him and let him know. LOL!
His assistant, Anthony, said it was coming this weekend. What does he know? 😛
captive audience – maybe I should be a poet dentist… hmmm….
😀 That’s fun. I’d love to see that on a business card – Poet Dentist
This is the first time I visit your blog. I read some of your poems and I like your style. 😀
Thank you, Elia. I’m glad you visited.
I love your humor and your wit! I love the simplicity of your writing, and also how it carries so much truth and illuminates the quirky things we’ve wondered about/experienced. Each time I go to the dentist I wonder why they are asking me questions while they are scraping on my teeth…as if I can answer with their big gloved hand in my mouth ;-/
Looking forward to reading more of your stuff.
Thank you, LIbby. It’s very nice of you.
The dentists could invent a blink code for patients . . .
my Denitist pays musicals on DVD while he works. That’s cruel. Last time i was in he had “West Side Story” on – how am I supposed to sing along with all that Novocaine and phalanges action going on in my mouth?
At least he wasn’t snapping along to the music.
“whuhng ooh a jjheck, ooh ahh jjheck ahwl eh whay . . . “
😀 Gotta get you’re kicks where you can . . .
Been having a round of dental appointments myself lately…maybe next time I’ll visualize poetry while I’m in the chair diverting attention from the fingers and probes in my mouth. I hate conversation under those circumstances.
I hadn’t had a cavity filled since I was a child so the drill held most of my attention! Once I got used to the reverberation in my head, I was kind of fascinated by the different notes the drill made at different rpms. It’s too bad I don’t have any particular musical talent – I could’ve composed a dental ditty.
ha… very effective 😉
Well I was weird.y linked here from your last post 😂
That is weird and random!
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