What Is
thoughts rewrite themselves
as i wash clothes
dishes
the dog
i sweep floors with poems that never were
incomplete wisps
dust bunnies in lower case
i would mourn them
if i knew their names.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2016
Posted for Poets United Pantry
as i wash clothes
dishes
the dog
i sweep floors with poems that never were
incomplete wisps
dust bunnies in lower case
i would mourn them
if i knew their names.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2016
Posted for Poets United Pantry
I love this, Audrey, especially sweeping the floor with poems that never were.
ReplyDeleteWow, this is awesome. I especially connect with this line: "i sweep floors with poems that never were"
ReplyDeleteHaha! Better to rejoice in never being alone! I love this poem and I'm sharing it.
ReplyDeleteI understand mourning those thoughts that didn't get written....happens quite often for me.
ReplyDeleteI think I have swept a few dust bunnies, those fragments that never became a full thought.
ReplyDeleteDelightful to see the joy all around. Wonderful write
ReplyDeleteWhether one chooses to think about them ideas will always be there for the picking. Very true Audrey!
ReplyDeleteHank
i sweep floors with poems that never were... Audrey, I just loved this piece.
ReplyDeleteOur best thoughts comes as we are doing the dishes or washing the dog. We just have to remember them.:)
ReplyDeleteVery succinct and relatable!
ReplyDeleteI have so been in this head space - and thus, it really resonated with me. Besides which: it's such a lovely little piece. I just love it. One of my fav's of yours, Audrey.
ReplyDeleteSad-sweet, and quite lovely.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I love your words and they reflect the things that go through my mind as I do the same things.
ReplyDeleteLoved this. Most creative - sweeping the floor with poems that never were.
ReplyDeleteI love the way the poem moves from the prosaic to the poetic..
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like the universal writer's lament. :) Good to have you back. Happy Holidays, my friend.
ReplyDeletehaha I'm not that close to my dust bunnies... I chase the little buggers away. :)
ReplyDeleteA delightful read.
ZQ
Such a beautifully bitter-sweet write, Audrey ❤️
ReplyDeleteDust bunnies in lower case - this made me smile.. made me think what once seemed vital can quickly change to dust..even words
ReplyDeleteLove the poem, the dust bunnies are still there somewhere waiting to be picked.
ReplyDeleteSome poems will never come to light and its fine, smiles ~ Love this share Audrey ~
ReplyDeleteHello Audrey ~
ReplyDeleteCan you please contact me at
sometimesg@yahoo.com ?
Happy New Year - Grace
Loved this!
ReplyDeleteAll writers understand this poem very well.
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