An iron? If so,
Neatly pressed.
finely dressed,
creases, wrinkles smoothed away,
I'm ready to face this fine new day.
Neatly pressed.
finely dressed,
creases, wrinkles smoothed away,
I'm ready to face this fine new day.
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Bang the drum
and strike the cymbal!
Don't prick your thumb,
pick up that thimble!
(Actually, I dunno, maybe Demeter's right. First stanza kinda threw me.)
An iron? If so,
Neatly pressed.
finely dressed,
creases, wrinkles smoothed away,
I'm ready to face this fine new day.
Well done, Bob; I can't do as well, that's for sure.
I don't know how you did that, Kylabelle. Amazing powers of deduction. I was imagining someone spitting on their finger to
see if the iron was hot. Where did that come from? Ancestral memory? The needle was completely baffling.
A group of students, ten in all,
move up and down my patio
in consultation with their notes,
while just inside my paneled room,
a troupe of dancers in felt hats
imitate their rhythm
tapping to the beat.
A fragile craft,
I fly without wings
and only as far as my captor allows.
Still, I struggle for freedom,
tug at my leash.
And, if I won, broke free,
followed the winds,
what then?
How far would I fly?
How long before my fall from grace?
Good answer and the right one. I noticed that a lot of people have been viewing this even if they are not taking part. Bob was the one who told me about AW and urged me to join. I'm glad that I did.
I used to practice every day
in hopes that very soon I'd play
with skill and art and fine "brio"
good music on my piano.
In partnership we ply our trade,
linked like alpine climbers
though we travel on the flat.
I am the leader, trail-breaker,
sharp-eyed scout.
She follows at a steady pace,
marking, mapping, step by step
repairs the path for future use.
I take her as needed cross and back.
Running often saves us time.
As we go, the space between us shortens,
almost disappears,
then, in a snap, our partnership is finished,
severed without sentiment.
(She and her work are one)
Time then to return to my brothers,
keen and ready craftsmen,
bridling at loose ends.