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Broom Sage

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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Kerr Avatar
May 15, 2026 at 1:50 AM
This is a poem full of depth and symbolism, Sara. It’s an amazing stepwise reflection on your perspective. Happy Weekend, Howard
Kendrick Avatar
May 15, 2026 at 4:50 AM
As you can tell, Howard, I don't do meter. LOL..Thanks for dropping by and reading an old one which brought back memories of my young childhood days when I was still in the lower grades of school. Sara K.
Sankey- Lewis Avatar
January 7, 2016 at 6:23 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.
Guillermo - Fraser Avatar
December 25, 2015 at 5:53 AM
I love the message Sara, pretty imagery! Happy CHristmas!~Olive ELoisa =`0 hugs!
Viswan Bhatia Avatar
December 17, 2015 at 2:04 AM
loved reading..thank you Sara :) Love and Peace
A   Avatar
December 16, 2015 at 3:37 AM
STUNNING POEM, Sara... a beautiful end. Always. LINDA
Onclaud Avatar
December 13, 2015 at 7:35 AM
you enthrall me with this fascinating story, sara, with allegorical tones.. how are you... huggs!
Sathasivam Avatar
December 13, 2015 at 12:33 AM
Excellent. Great message. Enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing it.
Dietrich Avatar
December 11, 2015 at 7:53 PM
this is a gorgeous symbolic poem, Sara. A FAVE.
Jones Avatar
December 9, 2015 at 9:55 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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