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.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
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14 comments:
wrinkles, knots and noticing :-)
Nice take on the wrinkles...
So vivid. And I love its simplicity! A passing moment that you've described so well.
I took one look at that sheet and realized it was brand new .. so did you!
love it!
JJRod'z
smiles...the wrinkles only add character you know...
Unique approach...wrinkles. Love how we all see things so differently. Well done.
Love doesn't see wrinkles!
Excelent word play here Maureen....:-)
Wrinkles are essential! Nice piece!
No escape from wrinkles. So you make them work for your poem.
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.
Great take on the prompt. ♥
i think we pay attention more to our own wrinkles than anyone elses
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