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Stood Up

No firewood delivery
No paycheck in the mail
No day off
No free lunch
No matter

His closet door creaks
where summer clothes still hang
The full moon is hidden
in mist

Posted by Colleen on October 2, 2009 1:47 PM |

Comments

I like that one - it really paints a picture to me...

Posted by: Sara | October 2, 2009 4:04 PM

Very nice Colleen. I read it through several times. Wondering if my mental picture matches your intent.

Posted by: Sarcasmom | October 2, 2009 9:09 PM

I'm counting with you sandy

Posted by: sandy | October 3, 2009 3:59 AM

no moon date? :(

Posted by: sky | October 3, 2009 4:45 AM

I will be in the same 'boat' you are when hubby flies to Asia for three weeks in late October!

Posted by: Tabor | October 3, 2009 9:02 AM

"The full moon is hidden in mist" - very nice choice of words.

Posted by: Jeff | October 3, 2009 6:38 PM

I have to think about this poem. :-) Netchick sent me.

Posted by: Thebluestbutterfly | October 4, 2009 3:28 AM

I am thinking of those summer clothes and darkness--the freedom both offer for a little while.

Posted by: SandyCarlson | October 5, 2009 5:20 AM

I agree with Sara. It painted a picture for me too. BTW one of the gentlemen who won in the art show did wood sculpting, beautiful expensive stuff. His girl friend was an Adkins I think and did the most awesome pastel paintings. Anyway since he was up from your neck of the woods I had to quiz him to see if he knew you when he brought his exquisite work in. And he did. He said you were great! I've got to mail his winnings out today!

Posted by: Deana | October 5, 2009 9:03 AM

Hmmmm. It doesn't ring a bell.

Posted by: colleen | October 5, 2009 9:07 AM

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