One song...
and I was swept away
the present suspended
like dust in sunlight's rays
To many moons back...
a Saturday, cleaning day
loud pop music was allowed
as it prodded us to sweep swiftly,
scrub quickly,
fold, load, polish.
My fat wooden broomstick, my microphone
A morning of chores to complete,
yet we danced and giggled
This same song
over the loud speaker
as I drop frozen entrees
into my shopping cart
the clank, clank, clank of each...
shakes off the fugue
1 comments:
Oh, so true. The brain simply fascinates me; it takes sights, sounds, and smells, and then makes these lasting connections for us.
Don't know what song triggered your cleaning day memories, but I also have a few of those.
I bought a Tom Jones CD (yes, a CD-how passe) this summer because looking at the song titles reminded me of cleaning the house with my sister. I played 'What's New Pussycat?" for my sister, and all she said was, "Oh, he's a dirty old man!" What?!?! That's all you can think of? Then came, "Oh, and when Mom made us clean house." And, there you have it!
I think I hear the clank, clank, clank of ungraded papers calling me back! (It's not unusual - wink!)
Thanks for sharing your delightful poem.
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