Street Sweeper

I read "Don’t Worry About Me" by Annette Pisano-Higley https://www.writerscafe.org/writing/ahigley/2093025/ it inspired me to write on the same subject ... not necessarily the same vein ;)

Street Sweeper

 

Cadillac  black lacquered deep

cocooned coffin sleep

Extended cab repleat

Western horizon sky creeping purple and 

Grey on the velvety bed

Arial acrobatic eyes scanning 

Dandelion puff

 

                       float down.

Witching hours cleaning time.

 

Dirge City. The

sweeping .......... the

sweeping streets

leaving worn steely bristles at the gutter

                      

                 

                       sweeping you                                                          

sweeping me               -            sweeping.

02/15/2019

E.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

forgive me if i got swept way in your musings..... (Annette could inspire a brick into a broach by the way) this is has a fine meditational tone of death in the depths of your deep lacquered finish but also a nice sense of a rebirth in its catching clutch. much tween the lines in here good sir

[Einstein Noodle]

you read me as the proverbial book sir ...thanks so much for taking time here :) and I agree about Annette for sure .. peace and joy on ya Bad One :)
E.

[An owl on the moon]

What a beautiful, poignant write that took me into those quiet morning streets, empty except for the sweepers whispering over the world. There is a cleansing here, all we are, all we see, being washed and made new. Wondrous.

[Einstein Noodle]

thanks owl ... those streets are still, silent, calm and then the sweeps ;) really feel gratified and encouraged by your remarks my friend ... glad you like it!
E.

[andrew mitchell]

I see images of a Hearst and funny enough I see The Doors Riders on the storm video clip. Not the best of jobs but like them we do sweep our problems away or in a pile to deal with later. Nice writing Sir.

[Einstein Noodle]

a great song for the Doors ... did you know that Jimmy was also a poet? his drug induced "transcendence" is even more pronounced in them than in his music (if that is possible) poor Jim :( a stupid big terrible loss :(( you get me sir ..we sweep and are swept as well ;) thanks for reviewing always Andrew!
E.

[andrew mitchell]

Oh I got your drift Gene indeed he who holds the broom sweeps! My pleasure to read Gene.

[goldenscar__]

at the end of the day, he appears to sweep dirt, echoed voices & expired feelings.. and we, carelessly begin a brand new day thinking that yesterday had gone by itself.
not all heroes wear capes!!

[Einstein Noodle]

i feel pretty darn gratified by your review Golden! thank you for taking time .. your insights on this one are spot on .. thanks again .. will be stopping by your place soon .. it has been a while
E.

[goldenscar__]

You're welcome. It's a pleasure reading your work. You are welcome anytime to visit my profile. =)

[Cherrie Palmer]

And when at last the busy city sleeps. He, who goes unseen...sweeps.

[Einstein Noodle]

that's it Cherrie ... an ethereal time when all the city sleeps ... but the sweep ;) thank you for reviewing dear friend!
E.

[Cherrie Palmer]

A million years ago when I lived in Tulsa I worked for 7Eleven on the midnight shift (I have worked my fair share of nights over the years) I would sweep the parking lot around 3 am. It was my favorite time of night.

[Ken Simm.]

Now this is a use of words. A playing with words. Beauty about the mundane. It begs the question in this way how can anything be seen as mundane. This is not just about street sweepers. Nor is it merely a musing.

[Einstein Noodle]

:) no its not Sir Ken ... and thank you so much for stopping by and reviewing ... i must get over to your place soon .. yesterday i saw you had posted anew but i was needing to sign off for the day ... when i was a kid i use to "kick the gutters" on my way home from my important preteen business with friends and it took me a while to figure out what the steel "bristles" were that I found there now and again ... duh! there is a small town in Iowa that celebrates the "Orange City Tulip Festival" ... it is a Dutch founded little town and City Officials come out on the day of the parade ..in wooden shoes and old Dutch garb to literally sweep Main street from stem to stern ..i think all the members of our Congress should do the same down there in Washington DC just to get a little humble..thanks again for reading and letting me know your thoughts sir!
E.

[lightsong]

wonderful imagination, very nice flow... and the touch of the sad tune is there, yet I feel the cleaning of everything, from the air until the street, and the feelings of the Street Sweeper while he sees, witness and make that happens are felt, he is like the hero behind the scenes. Thank You my brilliant friend, Thank You dear Annette, sure I will read her piece so soon.

[Einstein Noodle]

hi Light! blessed to see you here on my pages as always ... we are kindred spirits :) yes .. the sweeper and the swept ... all about the cleaning for sure ... and renewal .. you will like Annette's poem for sure ..its a keeper ... blessing of peace and joy and Faith
E.

[Lydia Shutter]

Too often we overlook those who make our lives what they are....the street sweeper, the sanitation worker, the office cleaner. Without them, where would we be? This one is a philosophical gem...and actually I feel as though you were mesmerized by the street sweeper and used it as a metaphor for life. You are a clever one. Lydi**

[Einstein Noodle]

thanks Lydia ...spot on review on all accounts ... i thin we are all sweepers of one kind or another eh!? ;) top o' the mahrnin' to ya lass!
E.

[Lydia Shutter]

Good Morning to you as well, my friend. Have a great day.

[Mrudula Rani]

Your poems always educes masters of impressionism, E. your words depict delicate images with a powerful implications... And you leave your readers to their own perception. That is an unequalled talent.

[Einstein Noodle]

oh my goodness...you have humbled me big time Doc ...this review of yours is so encouraging to me .. i am so glad you took time to read and review this one ... peace and joy!
E.

[Mrudula Rani]

Your poems bring the best out of your readers, E. it is always a pleasure reading your thoughts.

[Moonie]

"Witching hours cleaning time", "sweeping you sweeping me" and many other lines have a very macabre feel to them, as if you're just hiding the sinister undertones amongst the thoughts of cleaning up. A fine poem as always, E. I greatly missed your distictive writing style on my sabbatical from the site! With love! ❤

[Einstein Noodle]

oh Moon's Fairest ;) i am so happy you are back visiting ... thanks for taking time to read and review this one ... and yes..lots of sinister in my little Dirge City :))) hugs my friend!
E.

[Ana Papaya]

Sometimes the dirt comes alive at night and in the morning gets cleaned up as if it was never there.
Like drunk/drugged up men pouring out of an alley at an ungodly hour and littering the streets with their cigarettes, empty bottle and their presence. Come morning they find a place to hide and the city cleans up their mess. Just my thoughts

[Einstein Noodle]

yes.... a very real problem in San Francisco ... but the homeless are leaving more than just cigs and dust on the streets ... i read it has been a pretty nasty situation ... your review inspires the setting for a short story perhaps ... if i were more energetic i might try another (i have written 1) thanks so much for taking time Ana ... so nice to have you back (just had to say that again) :)
E.

[Ana Papaya]

you are welcome and thank you :)