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:

  1. wrinkles, knots and noticing :-)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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  8. 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.

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

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