Sunday March 25, 2012 Sunday Whirl #49 and Sunday Scribbling #312

Image from internet – Pams clip art

The Joy of Sweeping

A very small girl

Loved to sweep

Could create a

Playhouse anywhere

A world of her own



One favorite place

Was under a large tree

Which gave shade from

The hot Texas sun



It was just outside her

Mother’s kitchen door

A child’s joy

Transform space

With dolls and toys



She was a tiny alchemist

A craftsman

She could gauge

The exact space needed



Still today the juices flow

When considering space

Tender considerations

Like the child of long ago

What is needed



Acumen is projected

Sprinkled with whimsy

Oiled with love

She picks up

Her broom

And sweeps away

The acid of her life

Until all is supple once more


Sunday Scribblings #312  Prompt:  “The Rest of the Story”

The Rest of the Story

You open green almond eyes

Hold me in your gaze

Ask for the rest of the story

But until death the story is not complete

We will have to wait and see

It’s been no disappointment so far

You tell me what you think is needed

It didn’t occur to me

The story would end so soon

Or would end that way…

13 thoughts on “Sunday March 25, 2012 Sunday Whirl #49 and Sunday Scribbling #312

  1. This is glorious. It makes me remember my kids outside playing house….and me, even longer ago. My dolls were my children back then. Love the image of the artist, taking the same care as the inner child, to make all supple again. Just lovely.

  2. ‘sweeping away the acid of life’ is a powerful line…being engaged in that wonderful creative space is so may never be the same as when were little but it can still be found..even when sweeping the kitchen floor..Jae

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