Street Sweeper

Street Sweeper

A Poem by Einstein Noodle
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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 ;)

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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.

© 2019 Einstein Noodle


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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

Posted 2 Years Ago


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Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

you read me as the proverbial book sir ...thanks so much for taking time here :) and I agree about A.. read more



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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.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

thanks owl ... those streets are still, silent, calm and then the sweeps ;) really feel gratified an.. read more
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.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

a great song for the Doors ... did you know that Jimmy was also a poet? his drug induced "transcende.. read more
andrew mitchell

2 Years Ago

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

Posted 2 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

i feel pretty darn gratified by your review Golden! thank you for taking time .. your insights on th.. read more
goldenscar__

2 Years Ago

You're welcome. It's a pleasure reading your work. You are welcome anytime to visit my profile. =)
And when at last the busy city sleeps. He, who goes unseen...sweeps.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

that's it Cherrie ... an ethereal time when all the city sleeps ... but the sweep ;) thank you for r.. read more
Cherrie Palmer

2 Years Ago

A million years ago when I lived in Tulsa I worked for 7Eleven on the midnight shift (I have work.. read more
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.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

:) no its not Sir Ken ... and thank you so much for stopping by and reviewing ... i must get over to.. read more
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.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

hi Light! blessed to see you here on my pages as always ... we are kindred spirits :) yes .. the swe.. read more
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**

Posted 2 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

thanks Lydia ...spot on review on all accounts ... i thin we are all sweepers of one kind or another.. read more
Lydia Shutter

2 Years Ago

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

Posted 2 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

oh my goodness...you have humbled me big time Doc ...this review of yours is so encouraging to me .... read more
Mrudula Rani

2 Years Ago

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

Posted 2 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

oh Moon's Fairest ;) i am so happy you are back visiting ... thanks for taking time to read and revi.. read more
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


Posted 2 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

yes.... a very real problem in San Francisco ... but the homeless are leaving more than just cigs an.. read more
Ana Papaya

2 Years Ago

you are welcome and thank you :)

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