Tuesday, July 26, 2011

July 26--More words than I intended.


Dreamily floating,

on an updraft,
a grocery bag catches

the car antennae, crumpling instantly,
then furiously flailing,

bicker and thrash, flogging itself
all panic against glass,

but it calms when I slow,
glide into the garage

it releases a sigh,
as if caught on a breeze

the gentle scent
of home.

Shhh…quiet, tiptoe



Brian Miller said...

nice...love the subject matter...the often over looked or trash...and making it something beautiful...

think you have a few words you could tighten here...a couple 'it's and her and theres, but it creates a rather dreamy flow...

good to see you.

Goat said...

Agreed--took out one of those pesky prouuuuns. Thanks Brian

Keisha Valentina said...

lovely, just love...

"the gentle scent of home."

you put things so wonderfully well.

S. Etole said...

"bicker and thrash, flogging itself
all panic against glass,

but it calms when I slow,"

Much the way I feel some days ...

thank you for this.

Magpie said...

Your picture is lovely. It makes a pretty mundane object look gossamer and ethereal. I like your words. Especially: "bicker and thrash, flogging itself
all panic against glass,"
Very nice!

Craig and Bethany said...

Awesome! I love how the title has nothing to do with the body of the poem in a direct way. It completely splits the poem wide open -- made me read it three times!

Oh, and the comp and color of those pictures, fantastic.

Brian Miller said...

nice...thanks for popping in today...and leaving the link