I just finished reading the last chapters of “Tess Of The
D’Urbervilles” to finish the poems I am writing about the character. It is spring cleaning time.
So it is good to start the spring cleaning early. First I cleaned up
the virtual home, LonelyPoet.Com. That site was infested with spammers
registering into my site. So no more registration allowed and I moved
it to WordPress. Then I thought I will clean up my boxes. Trying do
that gave me a neck pain so I came to the recliner and sat and typed
this into Google Docs page.
Grand Ave Mall, Milwaukee, Wisconsin. This picture was taken during my summer trip to Milwaukee in 2002.
This poem should speak for itself.
The last bit of winter consumed,
By the Vultures of nature leaving,
No trace of the frost and cold.
Oh’ what a wonderful way for nature to clean,
Those died away and bring forth,
New greenery upon the old,
Long way away to see those blossoms,
Still cold-free rain lashed around as blessings.
The gathered dust upon old cupboards,
With the feather filled hand broom cleared,
The books, Oh’ when dust free smelt good,
But those old shoes still stink,
At the corner of the closet.
Paper after paper gathered,
Most kept just for keeping,
Most just of no good use,
So into the shredder they went,
Then into the big recycle box.
Old bags, crockery all stood in mockery,
They all filled in the cartons,
And found their way out through the door,
Oh’ one times passion gone wasted into trash.
Old car gone, new truck filled in the garage,
Old clothes gone and closets half empty,
Though half empty the wallet craved,
To be used in the newness of spring.
The vacuum cleaner went to every inch of the house,
Anti-bacterial spray cleansed the micro ones too,
The old pictures upon the wall glowed,
As only eyes fell on it in the winter gloom.
Everything cleaned up and some went to trash,
Some to charity and when day came to an end,
Order and discipline along with the smell of spring came,
And filled the mind leaving smile upon face.
When stretching legs upon the recliner,
Thoughts from the depths of mind came,
Oh’ none of the tools and crafts one know,
Can clean the mind from those memories,
Holding the beautiful ones, trashing the bitter ones.
hey, thanks for stopping by.
great piece you got in here….
Yeah, I had a beer and some cornbeef after work. Not bad at all, not bad!!!
Nice poem! Nature has her own way to enable us to see beauty in her all seasons. Here the spring has arrived. The trees look awesome. I love it! That mall pic is beautiful. I like the way that they have designed the stairs. Hope you are doing great!
~Namaste~ Nidhi
oh I try to make every weekend a spring cleaning day. just to keep the clutter down. doesn’t always work, but hey I tried.
I saw Tess at the bookstore the other day but decided against it since I have a whole pile to get through anyway. one of these days though, one of these days.
I love this, great word painting, lovely play on words, great flow too…and thanks for your mini; you are a great xanga friend.
until next time,
sage
I absolutely agree with your feelings on that and the wonderful thing is that the evidence of what you said is apparent in all of your writing.
Love the poem–my favorite words were “crockery all stood in mockery.” Perfection!