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Curtains, doing;
doing what curtains do
doing what curtains do
Rustling gently by the oscillating fan
on a bright warm and sultry day,
the curtains were sheer. They and
their soft little buttons with sealed lips
were to see things and hear the
thoughts, sweaty secrets which their
maker meant for them to keep.
All goings on within stayed private,
yet the world outside was opened
to those playing within. That
worked fine in the day. But when
came the dark, it was keep the
lights off. Otherwise the sheers
showed things privy on the inside
to those on the out. The little buttons
smiled, their lips were tightly shut.
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© 2013 Jimmiehov
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© 2013 Jimmiehov
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HAPPY .EASTER .TO .YOU .ALL ! ! !
Thank God buttons keep their lips shut!
ReplyDeleteCurtains do carry our secrets safely buttoned ... loved it !!
ReplyDeleteAh, those secrets. great write.
ReplyDeleteNicely done Jim. I like the flow of your poem very much. Lots of visual imagery in the writing. While I was wondering if at some point an action scene might ensue, I ended up thinking just how long those buttons will keep silent (hmm, err "buttoned up"). Well penned.
ReplyDeletelike your use of personification; very effective and witty too
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter
much love...
Blessed Easter, Dr and Mrs Jim :)
ReplyDeleteKeep those mouths shut, a good look at curtains here ~
ReplyDeleteMy lips are sealed too ~
Love this whimsical take on curtains, especially the buttons smiling, "their lips were tightly shut". Clever.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of secretive, smiling buttons. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThank goodness buttons keep their lips sealed. Love the gentle seductiveness to this.
ReplyDeleteThis is delightful, Jim, and I love the ending!
ReplyDeleteK
Jim, love this poem. It is so cute and so true! I have had those sheers blowing gently in the wind. I love the filtered light they let in, but at night, you are right, they will reveal all your secrets if the lights are on, so...I always pull the shades down when it gets dark! Your poem made me smile!
ReplyDeleteAh, right...the light makes all the difference.
ReplyDeleteThis is sultry and beautiful Jim. Things are often hidden behind the curtain but it can come to light.
ReplyDeletea peep in your world. too bad there's a curtain lol happy easter!
ReplyDeleteCurtains let the light in without disturbing, keep the dark out without telling. To me, the entire poem seems to be told from the POV of the curtains. A beautifully evocative piece.
ReplyDeleteJim. I haven't forgotten you or the other's from OSI. I was so busy with moving last summer and getting re-adjusted. I get very caught up in my birding and birding blog, but I always love my Poet Tree. I am currently participating in the NaPoWriMo 2013 challenge to write 30 poems in 30 days, and I guarantee they will not all be about birds! Come back over and visit again. I'm on a roll! You should do it too! You are one of my favorites!
ReplyDeletelove this!
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