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Tuesday

Coming clean




Because a change of season is good reason to let the breeze in.

Coming clean

The clock is shifting. Months unwind.
It’s time to leave the rest behind.
The snuffs that emanate from stuff
Must be removed. I’ve had enough.

In flowing force, I fill four crates
With fashions from my shifting weights.
I slide the boxes to the stairs.
Continuation? No one cares.

The rhythm of the season calls.
It’s nearly time to deck the halls.
No pressure but my urge to sort;
Decluttering’s Olympic sport.

Throw up the windows; catch a gust.
Arrange the knick-knacks. Kick up dust.
The vacuum sings its favorite keen.
C’mon, who says a whistle’s clean?
c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson





This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

31 Days of Poetry and Writing: Write about a home you left behind. (13)
31 Writing Prompts: What is your favorite thing to do in the fall and why? (13)
OctPoWriMo: “flowing” – with “slide,” “emanate,” “continuation,” “pressure,” and “rhythm”



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Image/s:
Adapted from public domain image –
Vintage photo
31 Days logo – created by this user,
including public domain artwork.

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6 comments:

  1. I spent an hour today working in the Garage of Doom--I can relate!

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  2. Beautiful, love the picture of the dog, have pinned it to my board "Dogs".
    Hope you are having a wonderful week.

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  3. neat poem, best poem on cleaning that I have read very creative

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  4. This is great! I love the rhythm and rhyme to it. Thank you for sending me your link. Have a blessed day!

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  5. Fabulous poem! I can so relate and I love that it can be interpreted on so many levels. Well done! Shared on Google+

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