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. Brian MillerOctober 9, 2013 at 10:11 AM

    i think in many ways we all can...

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  2. KameshwariOctober 9, 2013 at 11:44 AM

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

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    1. SuzOctober 9, 2013 at 1:03 PM

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

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  3. Karen L ROctober 10, 2013 at 6:35 AM

    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. DonnaOctober 10, 2013 at 6:14 PM

    I do, too. Gorgeous photograph and poem.

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  5. JohnOctober 13, 2013 at 11:18 AM

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

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  6. life in red shoesOctober 16, 2013 at 5:47 PM

    Me too ;)

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