again...

for this moment right now...

with a rustling and shuffle

doors open

doors close

 

smallish feet that sweep across the hardwood floors

i hear every crack and snap as they make their way to me

 

doors open

doors barely closed...

 

i hear the rush of the water

and the swish

            swish

            swish

 

i smile to myself as i lie here waiting

knowing that for most certain

she is using my toothbrush again

 

 

Reviews

[Libby McKeown]

I love the movement of this poem. This poem perfectly captures what is happening, and unlike most poems, isn't over-the-top in expressing action. This simple observation is masterfully reworked into art. I really love this poem. I admire the spacing and calm, realistic voice behind it. I'm jealous.

[Emily B]

beautifully drawn

[Life Is like Trust...It..]

Okay,I don't understand this poem. 'knowing for most certain that she is using my toothbrush again' ends it but doesn't make sence

[Branch Isole]

Once seen by example, oftenbecomes habit; some good, as described with a small smile in this piece, (others not so much).

[Libby McKeown]

I swear I laugh out loud every time I read this. Your toothbrush poem is better than mine!

[R J Askew]

I enjoyed 'smallish feet' as i cld see, sense them. And toothbrushes are just such intimate objects. We put them inside us. They throb with our DNA.