Does that old clothespin feel the cold
Worry about its aged look
Sun dried, rain tinted, grayed
Does it think about the “clothing”
Children’s flapping diapers
Growing to blue jeans
The “old man’s” shirts
He’s still working
As is the clothespin
Mostly it gets the heavy work
Stuff too bulky for the clothes dryer
Beach towels, blankets, bedspreads
Cold winds are its dance partners
Sticky snow makes it look like an elf
Does warm sun set it to dreaming
I hang an old shirt on the line
The old clothespin smiles
Whispers … back to work
Categories:
bedspreads, clothes, life, time,
Form: Free verse
Many see figures up in the clouds
I see them in towels and bedspreads
My family groans and says, 'Dunderhead'
~ Jealous of the fun I have in bed
Categories:
bedspreads, giggle, jealousy, silly, visionary,
Form: Rhyme
I make things with material and thread.
To show you I care.
Beautiful pillows for you to lay your head,
Colorful quilts and bedspreads
That you can take anywhere.
I make things with material and thread
For you to decorate your homestead.
I love your expression as I share
Beautiful pillows for you to lay your head.
Some are done in pink and red
The kittens are a pair.
I make things with material and thread
To some this seems out dated, but it isn't
Dead.
In this day and time these things are rare.
Beautiful pillows for you to lay your head
As well as to fit on your couches, chairs,
And trundlebeds.
One thing is for sure these things I make
Aren't found anywhere.
I make things with material and thread
Beautiful pillows for you to lay your head.
Categories:
bedspreads, adventure, art, beauty, blessing,
Form: Villanelle
There are so many ways
To use some lovely feathers
As a duster or head dress
It even goes with leather
I hear you have nice earrings
when they are used in them
Now many things are made of down
From pillows to nice coats
Mattresses to bedspreads
The best way I think
That they are widely used
Are upon the brightly colored birds
That God did flight infuse
Categories:
bedspreads, bird, flying,
Form: I do not know?
On my kitchen counter sits
A catch-all made of tin,
A place for scissors, pencils and
Whatever else fits in.
My room was being painted in
The color of my choice;
And finally, for furnishings,
My mom gave me a voice.
I chose the bedspreads and the lamp
And knickknacks picturesque;
The jaunty yellow pencil cup
Sat proudly on my desk.
That object's followed me for years
Wherever I’ve called home
And now I’m giving it its due,
Within this simple poem.
Categories:
bedspreads, home,
Form: Rhyme
She has been waiting in the wings
now, at last, it is her time to shine
slowly the bud opens to the mornings
sun, petals each reaching for sunshine
The glorious drone of the worker bees
as they rush from flower to flower
seeming to like, most of all, the lilies
basking in the sun, we take tea in the arbour
A blaze of startling colour in all the beds
picture perfect as we gaze in delight
the children, now tiring sit on the bedspreads
this summer's day they will remember in hindsight
contest: write me a summers day 06/09/2013
Categories:
bedspreads, children, flower, summer,
Form: Rhyme
The night descends with a button down moon
against a powder blue comforter sky,
fluffed and puffed with the down of seed
cat and nine tails bursting with pride.
The mothers have called the dinnertime
and the scent of soups on the wind,
sneakers are stacked by the backdoor,
the dog knows, it time to come in.
The table once set is abandoned
for the trays by the big screen TV,
and autumn gourds and chrysanthemums
abandoned on the tables display.
Soon, silhouettes form on the den walls
and children are hurried to bed,
with the call of a wild coyote they run
diving beneath their bedspreads.
All the human light dims, as they hideout
and starlight covers their ceiling,
Mom has places plastic stars of Venus and Mars
to usher in dreams, as they’re drifting.
Oh, the night with its warmth will not last
and soon the chill dawn will arrive
with the call of a neighborhood rooster,
ah, the country’s the place to be alive!
Categories:
bedspreads, family, happiness, night, autumn,
Form: Quatrain
In early August,before summer ends,
before the winds of autumn gust,
before new fashions and new friends,
watching the glaze of the sun at dusk,
The evening sky painted gold,yet cool,
the days are still hot and worn,
we have yet to see bedspreads of wool,
and still wear socks,dirty and torn,
Yet,beneath the waning moonlight,
I gaze into your eyes with solemn vow,
which shines intentively bright,
feeling Tchaickovsky's "Pas de Deau",
Feeling in the night,our bodies sway,
as we float high above the Eiffel Tower,
and I in tune with Chevalier's "Outre",
as we embrace into the early morning hour,
The momentum which the night will bring,
as the comfort sets within,
above us Angels sofetly sing,
and your beauty I embrace now and herein,
Stars of endless time,in endless space,
mirrors a halo above your head,
and as you dance in enlighten grace,
I vision a surreal goddess in silk and lace,
To hold you with a soft embrace,
and kiss you which warms my heart,
feeling a slight breeze across my face,
the promise we gave to never part,
because together,this is where we start.
Categories:
bedspreads, loveautumn,
Form: I do not know?
How many times can I say
that I miss you?
How many nights will I think
"what would Liza do?"
how many ways do I think of Liza? -
as many and big as the sky is blue!!!
but I'm stuck in here in Eustis,
and you there, in N.Truroo......
...Hey!
why can't we all just live
in a great giant shoe...??? -
where stuffed animals dance
and play the kazoo -
where the bread tastes like chocolate,
(topped with fluff too),
and the walls are of bedspreads
the 'babies' none too few,
and there's a battery - powered flash -
light for going to the loo....
there are crayons, papers, scissors, and pens
construction paper, plenty of glue, +
"please bring me some tea Da -
Deee, ya know, the one you brew?!"...
So what have I said
and what can I prove?,
Only that you are always in my heart,
mind, and soul,
my little Lizaloo
Categories:
bedspreads, daughter, father, children, love,
Form: Rhyme