Work and Love



The broom looked so handsome
and smelled of dust and warm sunlight.
He had been outdoors sweeping
the back porch which gave him a slight noticeable oak wood fragrance.

The mop has just got her hair washed,
with Clorox fresh breeze, She she smelled like a mixture of flowers and the ocean wind.

Broom was leaning against the house
looking cool. Smiling at the sheets on the clothes line.
Whenever a strong breeze blew they all waved at him singing.
The lamp post in the middle of the driveway said to the broom
Hot weather we are having these days.
Yes, the heat is lovely my friend, I wish the whole day to spend.

The mop was brought outside to dry
her hair. The mop looked so vulnerable to the dusty broom. Her wet hair hanging all down her long neck and back.
The warm sunlight was becoming hot,
as the heat of the day began to climb.
The broom was feeling poetic as he began sweet talking the mop.

The Sheets became jealous and began to gossip about rumors of the mop sneaking
around with the dustpan.

Just then the heavy sound of dust
thumping across the porch, the footsteps were so heavy, that they knocked the broom on top of the mop!

The sheets gasped shocked.
What a shameful thing to do,
and in public too.

There were feminine shouts from within
the house. Then creaking sound of the screen, as the boots were thrown out the door, "you tracked dirt all over my newly mopped floor!"
A moment later a young lady appered,
The sheets waved to her saying "Hi come and get us we are dry."
The lady vanished into the house,
with the mop close by.
The broom was set up straight again,
joking with his boots friends.
The boots talked about the horses,
and the news in the barn. Talked about
the trouble between the rake and the shovel.

More footsteps were heard as the teenage boy threw the rake against he house, Then were heard more feminine shouts, of all different sorts, a pair of dirty sneakers hit the porch. The rake and the broom talked of problems with their helping hands, the shovel and the dust pan.
The Sneakers told the boots the boy inside was going to take him on a bike ride. I don't know said the boots about that anymore, you might be riding with me to the feed store.

On the moment Man and boy socks,
came and claimed the sneakers and the boots. Rake and Broom relaxed into the peaceful afternoon.
When after then such a relaxing moment beneath the afternoon sky.
Beautiful Mop was brought back out to dry.

Broom was on guard,
Rake was trying to say, Hey! broom
man, get out the way!

Mop was so sleepy. She could harly see, for with her hair in her face there was barely any room. Oh my! What a strong looking broom. Am I dreaming? she wondered or what? Broom did you get a hair cut?
Broom and rake were doing all they could to block her from each others sight.
Yet..Ahhh...the intoxication of seeing mop drying in the sunlight.

The rake and the broom struggling to be the only one who sees the mop. Created such a sport, As the Aroma of Mountain Breeze filled the air, Mop in the sunshine drying her hair. Rake and Broom at the same moment witnessed this gorgeous sight.

The dirty rake who smelled of manure and dirt, Who only knew and understood the meaning of hard work. This hard metal rake who was only on the porch by mistake. The broom kept blocking with all of his might, a few seconds later they were into a great big fight.

As the truck arrived and boots and sneakers returned.
Broom and Rake, layed still and fake.
The rake left with the boots.
The Sneakers rode away on the bike. The High heel sandles stopped and put down the basket of folded sheets. The dried mop and the broom were put away in the closet.
The screen door opens
delicate hands pick up the laundry basket. The Screen door closes.
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Submitted on May 01, 2011

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Scheme XABX XX CDBEXX FXXXG BD XG XHH XIAFCFXXXXX XI XXFF XEX JAA A A XXXJXX
Closest metre Iambic octameter
Characters 3,677
Words 704
Stanzas 15
Stanza Lengths 4, 2, 6, 5, 2, 2, 3, 11, 2, 4, 3, 3, 1, 1, 6

Isabella Sadra

My name is Isabella, My life is something wonderful. I am a person who is truely all wild about life. My passions are fine dinning, classical music, world travel, art and design, my greatest passion of all is freedom. My favorite authors and poets include but are not limited to Lord Francis Bacon, Hafiz, Omar Khayam, J.M.Barrie,Shakespear,Dr.Seuss, Lorca,...the list is so long. My ultimate goal is to transcend the dead, by that I mean become one of the Legends, while I'm still living. On get readers who only read the dead poets to be all excited over me. Yet my immediate hopes is to click at all in the poetry scene, to be loved, by all who read me. That is more to me than chocolate covered strawberries. That is more to me than ice cream with crunched up cookies. Yet,I crave honesty,criticism helps me perfect my artistry. Compliments are thrilling and my greatest hopes is to be only a pleasure to read. Welcome to my world of Poetry I will be opening up to you with all I have inside of me. Here is my heart in word shape, from a passion for life I can not excape. more…

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