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When I was young the broom sage grew so tall It towered over me, fuzzy tickling Right there in front of momma harvesting Harvesting just enough sage for a broom Broom sage to sweep the hearth clean of debris A hearth white washed with Georgia kaolin Nothing to cover the dirty black sooted bricks In summer even the inside was white washed Taller now towering over the sage Whose sick sparse shoots reach up to claim sunlight Purple hues shimmer in breeze, wait for spring Renewed to live again, again, again Like sage cut, fashioned into a hearth broom Life is short, wears away the youthful joy Soon the end in sight, retired to kindling Laid down upon the white washed inside brick Awaiting morn when a spark will ignite. A roaring fire will spring forth ablaze While all the family gathers around Warmed by the hearth of a happy snug home Written:December 9, 2015 Definition of Blank Verse Blank verse is a literary device defined as un-rhyming verse written in iambic pentameter. In poetry and prose, it has a consistent meter with 10 syllables in each line (pentameter); where, unstressed syllables are followed by stressed ones and five of which are stressed but do not rhyme. It is also known as un-rhymed iambic pentameter. •Blank verse poetry has no fixed number of lines. •Blank verse can be composed in any kind of meter, such as iamb, trochee, spondee and dactyl I chose this form because I did not want to rhyme..

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Date: 1/7/2016 6:23:00 PM
This poem reminds me of lemon grass that grew tall and perfumed the air in Belize. Also my Granny used something called kiss-kiss to maneuver in the fire-heart while cooking and baking. This grows and is dried and made to form a thong used to separate and pick up fried edibles. I've added a fourth stanza to 'O death. Nostalgia comes to mind when I read your poem.
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Date: 12/25/2015 5:53:00 AM
I love the message Sara, pretty imagery! Happy CHristmas!~Olive ELoisa =`0 hugs!
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Date: 12/17/2015 2:04:00 AM
loved reading..thank you Sara :) Love and Peace
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Date: 12/16/2015 3:37:00 AM
STUNNING POEM, Sara... a beautiful end. Always. LINDA
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Date: 12/13/2015 7:35:00 AM
you enthrall me with this fascinating story, sara, with allegorical tones.. how are you... huggs!
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Date: 12/13/2015 12:33:00 AM
Excellent. Great message. Enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing it.
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Date: 12/11/2015 7:53:00 PM
this is a gorgeous symbolic poem, Sara. A FAVE.
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Date: 12/9/2015 9:55:00 PM
Hello Sara....loved the sweet message of your poem...hope all is well...is good to be back even ifjust part time..life is short and precious
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