A Poem a Day (67): Sweeping

Written for Dan Mader's 2minutes go writing exercise...

Sweeping

It slides and it

Slips

This thing by the wayside,

This sliver

Of a lie

Speckled with dust;

A shimmer of an age

Fast vanishing into air

Spring steps out

With a sigh

Upon a blackbird

Cast adrift in a

Faint blue sky,

While all else ends in

A crimson-coloured red

These times are made

For changing,

This life by the wayside

Cast in dust,

Clothes worn too long;

Fragile bones ache

In this rigid earth

Discoloured and dank.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, November 10, 2017