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


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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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Cleansing of a kind; first the funeral procession on a drab, grey day and then the street sweeper to clean away all that has been left ready for new beginnings ... a clean sweep and the sun shines after dark skies.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

no doubt Stella ... she tries ;}
Stella Armour

2 Years Ago

your better half ... :)
Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

yep ...
Good morning Mr E. At the mention of a black lacquered coffin and purple sunset, my immediate thoughts were all about death. But then with a clean sweep came the possibility of rebirth and that lightened my spirit. Hope all is OK in your world. All good wishes.

Chris

Posted 2 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

and they are usually out at dawn aren't they? ..the sweepers that is ;) thanks for taking time Chris.. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

2 Years Ago

Yes, they are out in all weather's and all hours, and they are the salt of the earth Mr E. I will ha.. read more
Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

i think you may like it ... and yes .. she does inspire ..
'Witching hours cleaning time...... sweeping...... sweeping you...... sweeping me...... sweeping - '

For me tis like the darkest, longest night absorbing all the hurt and pain suffered in life, carrying each black moment into a far brighter, more beautiful place. Read this over and over, first time felt so low, then, slowly.. there's more.. and more Light.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

good on ya Emma...for eeking out the sunrise in this one ... i feel so gratified that you did ... yo.. read more
emmajoy

2 Years Ago

Your work truly builds into some form of completion. You're a juggler of simple thoughts into grea.. read more
Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

i agree ...she is an inspiration to many ;)
Interesting tale of death and rebirth held within this tight-knit piece of intrigue, coffin dark horizons and dandelion float down after rebirth. Clean sweep. And renew. Start again.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

yep! one moment at a time eh!? ;) love your review, Dawn ... tells me my thoughts came through clear.. read more
I could say the sweeper is the last ''refuge'' of mankind.
In a way, we're all one step from the gutter. Liked, Annettes too.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

:) Annette is a corker ain't she?!! ;) what would ever happen if there were no sweeping done? oh my... read more
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


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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
The street sweeper is an intriguing metaphor for the desolation of loneliness

Posted 2 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

yes it is Mom! truly appreciate your sensitive read of this ... as it is easily about a physical dea.. read more
MomzillaNC

2 Years Ago

Always happy to reciprocate
This gave me the image of a hearse and someone on their death bed as someone close sits in silence in a big city where humanity disappears and hears the sweeper break the silence. Definitely a thinker here 'E'.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

thanks for reviewing John ..happy you saw that scene playing out :)
E.
sweeping is such sweet sorrow.. and these words cry out to me of loneliness and despair, a clean sweep, on a daily loop maybe... a groundhog day for sure.... and penned the noodle way, superbly...

No kiddin :) Neville

Posted 2 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

yes every day no doubt my friend ... your review encourages me to no end Neville ... better be caref.. read more
Neville

2 Years Ago

nowt but a pleasure sir.. and tis mine :)
N.

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