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Saturday, April 9, 2011

“Beer Thirty”

prompt: "time of day"
Steeled toed boots
Kicked off by the door
Pepper the
Floor with flakes of
Mud. Worn jeans,

Once-white socks, a
Flannel shirt with loose
Buttons leave a
Trail like

Breadcrumbs to the
Chair where a callused
Hand pulls the
Tab and marks the
End of the work day.

5 comments:

  1. Nikki, I love your poem. Prior to this life, I worked dressed like your description and most nights came up to this ritual. You nailed this perfectly!

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  2. Love it. Your writing hits the nail right on the head. Very precise word choice. You have a gift, my dear. But I know you already knew that ;-)

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  3. Thank you J.D. Honestly this is based on my dad and husband (it must be a guy thing to string dirty clothes from the door to the tv) ;) Glad you liked it!

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  4. Ah, thanks Bobbie. You're super good for my ego! I'm in that "searching for poetic voice" stage, so I'm extra glad to hear you like my writing :)

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  5. Wow, so descriptive. This is amazing really. Such a huge snapshot of a scene with few words. The title was confusing and then pulled it all together with a laugh.

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