Best Ironed Poems

Ironed Shadows

Her hands lay smooth
the coveralls worn thin
now wrinkled
once charged with earth

Mended armor from
courageous prices paid
embossed with crosshatched mending
stands raised in triumph

A home plate remembered
by innocence long abandoned
players made humble from
a boy's first slide for life

Vapors rise
from sprinkled droplets of water
beneath handled hot steel
making ready...

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Ironed Shadows
                by Odin Roark

Her hands lay smooth
the coveralls worn thin
now wrinkled
once charged with earth

Mended armor from
courageous prices paid
embossed with crosshatched mending
stands raised in triumph

A home plate remembered
by innocence long...

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We cannot come now the ladybug sang with accord.
We are smelling the starch on the ironing board.
The baby mouse agreed, she loved the smell of starch too.
And she liked the stiffness of the jeans her mom ironed all blue.

They sat next to the baskets watching...

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Sleeping through the stress
Soiled in mixed silence
Jotting every joke in justice

Like the lies of lilac
Calling itself clear
But feels like a beauty
Arranged clothes for the weeks job
Just to see souls happy at dusk
Laughing out loud
While remembering their loss as mere thinking
Oh the joys of feeding
I am...

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