Sunday, March 27, 2011

Nearly for Sunday Scribblings


It’s 17 degrees right now.
Our valley is a bathtub
of sun and father winter
put a fan in the window

blowing icy air all around.
I hung my sheets
on the back porch clothesline,
anyway. All morning

I’ve been watching them
tango, first stiff-legged
but gradually bending
in soft dips and whirls.

They’re nearly dry. Soon,
I’ll carry all that freshness
upstairs and make my bed
with sun and wind.


gautami tripathy said...

Like the concrete images in here!

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Susannah said...

That is beautiful. :-)

Wendy said...

I love this. How interesting that the word for the week is nearly, which suggests not quite attaining something, yet this speaker AND the reader leave the poem definitely having gained or attained both sun and wind. Thanks!

Anonymous said...

Nice! I can smell the freshness of those sheets, and I like the idea of making one's bed with sun and wind - beautifully poetic.

delphiandreams said...

Amazingly beautiful description of a generally mundane activity. I really liked this piece.

Lisa said...

Such a beautiful descriptive piece. I hope spring is around the corner for you.

Kate said...

Oh this is so beautiful! I can feel the crisp sunshine!

oldegg said...

The gift from the sun and wind to you to take upstairs and relish in. What beautiful imagery.

Lilibeth said...

Your poem made me shiver with delight at the thought of making your bed with sun and wind. It's cold here too, above freezing but the air is full of icy mist.

Catherine Denton said...

I could smell the wind on those sheets. For a moment you took me back to childhood. Wonderful post!
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Cynthia M said...

Wow, such refreshing, visual writing.. I could see all of your word pictures so clearly :)

Giggles said...

Your poems always record life as I knew it! I can feel, smell the crunchy fresh bedsheets mom used to dress the bed with. Loved the smell while folding them too!! Wonderful memories. Unfortunately I can't emulate them where I live now! In fact every neighborhood I lived in the last twenty five years it was taboo! Sad eh?

jaerose said...

That last line just wrapped this wonderful poem up so really does renew the spirits bringing a little bit of spring the new look of your blogpage too..Jae

Meryl said...

this was just wonderful. Your imagery is breathtaking. I particularly liked to sheets' tango!

linda may said...

That is such a pretty picture of words. I like.

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