18 September 2018

Face Lift







A sweat-wet shirt fallen in the stairwell,
sharp smell of fresh paint held in humid air,
startling wet gleam from stain-free window sill—

Steps creak-sigh with an edge of contentment.
Delighted treads and risers smile and sing
as they escort three climbers to their rooms:

we who at last attend to space and skin
of home—reflection of the souls it holds—
face that greets us as work releases us.




My blog poems are rough drafts.
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© 2018 Susan L. Chast


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14 comments:

  1. Thotpurge9/19/2018 7:57 AM

    space and skin of home... love that personification!

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  2. Old Egg9/19/2018 8:08 AM

    There is nothing quite like coming home, being at home and feeling at home; is there? Mind you, I thought I heard someone call out "Who ever dropped that shirt on the stairs, pick it up and put it in the wash!"

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  3. Susan9/19/2018 8:49 AM

    I am cracking up here! Now I hear it too.
    (And that shirt could have led in an entirely different direction!)

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  4. Jae Rose9/19/2018 9:15 AM

    Lovely piece

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  5. Magical Mystical Teacher9/19/2018 9:30 AM

    Work IS a wonder-filled release.

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  6. Gillena Cox9/19/2018 9:58 AM

    CLUE and dead give away 'Home Sweet Home'

    "Steps creak-sigh with an edge of contentment."

    Happy you dropped by to read mine Susan

    ❤much love💛

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  7. Sherry Blue Sky9/19/2018 10:25 AM

    I can see the three climbers rising into freshly painted rooms. Such delight!

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  8. Sumana Roy9/19/2018 10:29 AM

    The 'sweat-wet' shirt in the backdrop no doubt is the reason for all the delight. Nice.

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  9. Vicki9/19/2018 12:16 PM

    Enjoy those freshly painted rooms, lovely poem.

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  10. Carrie Van Horn9/19/2018 3:00 PM

    The familiarity of home and all it's comforts are a wonderful thing to the soul. This is lovely Susan!

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  11. tonispencer9/19/2018 4:34 PM

    freshly painted rooms are always a joy! It is good to come home to newness.

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  12. Susie Clevenger9/19/2018 4:45 PM

    Home, there is no place like it.

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  13. Frank J. Tassone9/19/2018 7:15 PM

    I, too, could almost hear that voice saying, "Pick up after yourself! I'm not your maid!"

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  14. purplepeninportland.com9/20/2018 12:16 PM

    "the space and skin of home' - such a warm feeling.

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