scrubbing walls
and mending dirty laundry
is where she excelled
with laughter held
in a blue tinted
mason jar- silhouettes
lining dark spaces
she craved the calm
boarded up within rare moments
moments like
when the sun stood
at its hottest (a summer ending)
laughter exposed
as the breath of September took
to cool
it was there in
the taste of autumn
she could stitch dreams away
from the dirty garments that
defined her and walls
unscrubbed
bkmackenzie
2016
shared at Poets United Midweek
and mending dirty laundry
is where she excelled
with laughter held
in a blue tinted
mason jar- silhouettes
lining dark spaces
she craved the calm
boarded up within rare moments
moments like
when the sun stood
at its hottest (a summer ending)
laughter exposed
as the breath of September took
to cool
it was there in
the taste of autumn
she could stitch dreams away
from the dirty garments that
defined her and walls
unscrubbed
bkmackenzie
2016
shared at Poets United Midweek
Wonderful write. You touched me
ReplyDeleteThank you much...bkm
Deletea beautiful space within herself where she could be herself, free from the drudgery of life...
ReplyDeleteThank you Sumana...bkm
DeleteI love the idea of ' stitch dreams away from the dirty garments that defined her and walls unscrubbed' inspired 💖
ReplyDeletethank you Sanaa for your comments, I appreciate them...bkm
DeleteTis the season to recognize the vastness of her inner life:
ReplyDelete"it was there in
the taste of autumn
she could stitch dreams away . . . "
autumn is such a life changing time of year...thank you...bkm
DeleteNice to see you at Midweek, Barbara. This is masterfully written. I can see the laughter held in that blue-tinted mason jar.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sherry...thought I had the Poets United link on the poem, saw it was not there and added....practice makes perfect...thank you as always...bkm
DeleteI feel that blue jar is very important.. Sometimes it's important not to let what we do define us.. It's not all of who we are
ReplyDeleteI believe we all have a blue jar - or a cage where we keep our inner self...thank you...bkm
DeleteOh the laughter sitting in the jar while she stitches dreams out of dirty laundry..what an image you paint.
ReplyDeleteThought provoking poem.Everyone needs a blue jar.Society defines us by job descriptions and thus the pecking order from the bottom to the top. All of it is meaningless in the greater scheme of things.
ReplyDeleteWe should judge a person by their job, each one has the potential to soar like an eagle or roll in the fallen autumn leaves in their secret lives. This is so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWhew, what a vivid picture you have drawn, BKM!
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