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


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

  2. 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!"

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

  4. 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💛

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

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

  7. Enjoy those freshly painted rooms, lovely poem.

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

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

  10. Home, there is no place like it.

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

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


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