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”
#OctPoWriMo
Image/s:
Adapted from public domain image –
Vintage photo
31 Days logo – created by this user,
including public domain artwork.
I spent an hour today working in the Garage of Doom--I can relate!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, love the picture of the dog, have pinned it to my board "Dogs".
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neat poem, best poem on cleaning that I have read very creative
ReplyDeleteBeautifully expressed !
ReplyDeleteThis is great! I love the rhythm and rhyme to it. Thank you for sending me your link. Have a blessed day!
ReplyDeleteFabulous 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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