Sunday, November 20, 2011

Wrinkles (Poem)

Wrinkles

Pay no mind to the wrinkles.
It's the give of starched sheet

you'll want to notice, like that knot
in the small of the back you have

to smooth out again and again.

© 2011 Maureen E. Doallas
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This poem is offered in response to today's prompt at Magpie Tales.

14 comments:

nance marie said...

wrinkles, knots and noticing :-)

Tess Kincaid said...

Nice take on the wrinkles...

Mary Ann Potter said...

So vivid. And I love its simplicity! A passing moment that you've described so well.

Helen said...

I took one look at that sheet and realized it was brand new .. so did you!

JJ Roa Rodriguez said...

love it!

JJRod'z

Brian Miller said...

smiles...the wrinkles only add character you know...

C Hummel Kornell a/k/a C Hummel Wilson said...

Unique approach...wrinkles. Love how we all see things so differently. Well done.

Cad said...

Love doesn't see wrinkles!

Carrie Burtt said...

Excelent word play here Maureen....:-)

Tumblewords: said...

Wrinkles are essential! Nice piece!

Doctor FTSE said...

No escape from wrinkles. So you make them work for your poem.

creativepotager said...

Yes, wrinkles are not much to worth paying attention to at all! I fell and slid on my back down a flight of stairs on the ferry coming home yesterday. Your poem fits perfectly with my own complaint - stiff and sore but fine, thankfully.

Jinksy said...

Great take on the prompt. ♥

zongrik said...

i think we pay attention more to our own wrinkles than anyone elses