Wednesday, October 9, 2013



I love this little poem

Broom

It starts
out so well
Its fresh
gold straws
cut square
Flared wide

But so often
ends otherwise,
With weary
wan bristles
all stubbled
to one side

...valerie worth, poet

I relate to the broom
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9 comments:

  1. i think in many ways we all can...

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  2. I love the brooms that are of service to this house.

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    1. Kameshwari, you are so wise
      and yes I agree.....I love mine too

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  3. Brooms can be used to sweep up brokenness, and they can be used to ready a place for a visit from loved ones...their domesticity can really be a comfort, even more so when they are "stubbled to one side". xo

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  4. I do, too. Gorgeous photograph and poem.

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    1. this is the month of brooms...ha

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  5. Great poem Suz, I think the broom and I have much in common.....

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