Sunday, March 9, 2014

Refit


The walls are empty,
pocked with nail holes,
shadows of pictures
a room without windows.

Too many years
since the piano was tuned.
Behind the sofa no longer
a good place to hide.

Laughter sleeps like stones
under shroud sheets.
I have forgotten
the dance, the lampshade.

I pull a chamois from my pocket
not going over Jordanjust spring cleaning.

Dust smells new:  a scent of yellow.

The holes stare with tiny, hammered eyes.

I could use a shovel. 



tk/March 2014

R.A.D. Stainforth breathes a bit of freshness to my words:





*Lee Plaza Hotel, Detroit, photo by Bonnie Beechler


29 comments:

  1. Dramatic progression here....by the end wall holes turn to eyes of....monster. The shovel could help....

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  2. Sounds sad . Laughter sleeps like stones
    under shroud sheets.
    I'll
    It has feelings of sadness.

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  3. daunting task ahead, but worth it to reignite the laughter.

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  4. Looks like my teenage daughter's room! I, too, could use a shovel!

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  5. Exquisite poetry ... Mr. Stainforth is remarkable today ...

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    1. Thank you...I wholeheartedly agree...

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  6. The title gives me a little ray of hope.

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  7. With all the debris, a shovel is necessary. Nicely Tess!

    Hank

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  8. wonderful poem- third verse and last line especially! Thanks Tess for Magpie Tales!

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  9. Well done. I suggest you invest in two things; an insurance policy and a box of matches. X

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  10. hmm. This one hit home for me. Such nostalgia

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  11. Well suited to the imagery. Love the picture.

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  12. A somber prompt, a somber poem. Well done...

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  13. Old age comes to us all.....remember to throw out all the furniture every few years !

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  14. A good one, Tess. Some excellent lines to chew on.

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  15. That shovel is now dancing in my mind.

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  16. I could definitely use a shovel! Lol! Thanks for the pictures in my mind.

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  17. "Laughter sleeps like stones..." Gorgeous imagery!!

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  18. What a beautiful yet touching write. Loved the part where laughter sleeps like stone.

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  19. I like the mixed metaphor of a "scent of yellow". Very clever.

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  20. A shovel certainly seems in order, I think.

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  21. Wow.. thats a lovely interpretation of the photograph Tess.
    I loved the "yellow" reference here! :)

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  22. I appreciate your kind and generous comments, dear readers...

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  23. Love it and the last line hits the spot!

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  24. Fabulously written and voiced and I so agree with Cait!

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  25. Quite a job for the spring cleaner. Nice!

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Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
― O. Henry (and me)