Housecoat Poems - Poems about Housecoat

...I did not leave like a storm. I left like sediment— quiet, heavy, having learned the language of sinking. You called it love, but I was always the chalk outline beneath your ego’s bootprint,......

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... The Red Velvet Christmas Robe Oh, that special Christmas, unlike the ones today. When little girls wore such beautiful clothes. Decades before jeans and running shoes. Curl......

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...clinging three beggar-lice seeds.... housecoat ......

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... (A call for the lights to dim as a single spotlight illuminates the legend Judy Garland, who is center stage. She wears a faded housecoat as her beautiful, brandy brown eyes hold a lifetime of ......

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...He said, "wear your bedroom shoes darling, and all those black frilly things that need garters, suspenders, and straps. She smiled secretly to herself knowing he would turn up in 2 day old sho......

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...Sometime before I was old enough to be this vessel of seawater reflections she began to dissolve. Husband dead, son revolving around one woman after another. I did not notice the eb......

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...After the street cars left, but before the mill closed down, this was home. A mix of dirt roads and brick buildings, so close together in town, like children under a blanket, huddled for warmth......

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...          Oh, that tender excitement of being a very young girl! Wrapped in a red velvet housecoat with white, soft, fur. Vermillion slip-on slippers with fur that matched. ......

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...She has a tumbledown deck, a creaky rocker. Dandelion seeds carry memories from one neglected garden patch to another. She’s not old, but her wine has mulled, the sun has scoured her face into a ......

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...~ NEGATIVE MINDSETTED  NIGEL~ Alas~he only can envision the hopeless! With nary an answer ahead. His land is for him,only of the  following feckless, With no soulful breath, as if he wish......

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... Poet Visitors in the Night Asleep, I was, under my new forest green velvet and Sherpa throw. With loving stockings to warm my cold, autumnal toes. Then, I felt t......

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...A cacophony of cats in my life. Not one or two, but fifteen! Each,who along with joy, brought sadness and strife! All shapes and sizes with grand and most loving personalities. The Maine Koon......

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...Ordinarily I lie in my bed mentally grasping for any slender thread of slumber which I can possibly find to cling to! But there was one time - a morning of early April - when rising from bed......

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......He gave a curt nod, then with his partner, got in his car and drove out of there, Owen sighed, then nearly leapt from his skin, seeing Laura standing on her front stairs. She wore just a hou......

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...I don’t think she ever drank gin in the morning. Perhaps she should have. Her oatmeal stuck to your ribs and anything else it touched. Her apron, the ultimate multitasking tool, wiped up afte......

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