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.
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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!
ReplyDeleteLove 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 ;-)
ReplyDeleteThank 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!
ReplyDeleteAh, 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 :)
ReplyDeleteWow, 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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