Stood Up
No firewood delivery
No paycheck in the mail
No day off
No free lunch
No matter
His closet door creaks
where summer clothes still hang
The full moon is hidden
in mist
"A blog is to a writer what a canvas is to an artist." ~ Colleen Redman
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October 2nd, 2009 4:04 pm
I like that one – it really paints a picture to me…
October 2nd, 2009 9:09 pm
Very nice Colleen. I read it through several times. Wondering if my mental picture matches your intent.
October 3rd, 2009 3:59 am
I’m counting with you sandy
October 3rd, 2009 4:45 am
no moon date? 🙁
October 3rd, 2009 9:02 am
I will be in the same ‘boat’ you are when hubby flies to Asia for three weeks in late October!
October 3rd, 2009 6:38 pm
“The full moon is hidden in mist” – very nice choice of words.
October 4th, 2009 3:28 am
I have to think about this poem. 🙂 Netchick sent me.
October 5th, 2009 5:20 am
I am thinking of those summer clothes and darkness–the freedom both offer for a little while.
October 5th, 2009 9:03 am
I agree with Sara. It painted a picture for me too. BTW one of the gentlemen who won in the art show did wood sculpting, beautiful expensive stuff. His girl friend was an Adkins I think and did the most awesome pastel paintings. Anyway since he was up from your neck of the woods I had to quiz him to see if he knew you when he brought his exquisite work in. And he did. He said you were great! I’ve got to mail his winnings out today!
October 5th, 2009 9:07 am
Hmmmm. It doesn’t ring a bell.