SWEEPER'S SANCTIMONY

SWEEPER'S SANCTIMONY

A Poem by SHEEMA HUQ
"

we simply can't love everything we do

"

 

 

Briskly, one sweeps,

 

Pshhst Pshhst Pshhst

                                 

against a crude tide of resistance,               

 

                Pshhst Pshhst Pshhst

 

as the mind, shattered,

wonders,

exasperating further hindrance.

Averted eyes, roll at sight of

the party organisers’ deplorable,

tactless offences.

 

              Pshhst Pshhst Pshhst

 

This was some gathering,

         why are there still pieces of

 tinsel, and ribbon, attached with

cello-tape, hanging from the high

ceiling?  And why are 6 of the

spotlights, no longer working?

 

Pshhst  Pshhst  Pshhst  Pshhst

 

And did they not even have their

own bin liners? Common sense

must have perished, for who ever

stacked the chairs in front of the

fire exit.    Pshhst Pshhst

 

This must have been some gathering.

 

Pshhstshhst            Pshhstshhst

(fast...)

 

There could have been a year’s

supply of cigarette butts, amongst  the

squashed canapés, can rings, serviettes,

and some unidentifiable things,

compelling one to question

the nature of the night’s social

encounters.

 

Pshhst shhst              Pshhst shhst

 

Arrh, the rusty gate creaks,

while the back ceiling has

begun to leek.

 

 Pshhst shhst shhst shhst

(reaching into the corners)

 

Reaching for a silent detachment

from their presence.

 

pshhst.

 

Only the sunken sky offers

a distracting fondness ,

holding back the ebb of unreason

which is responsible for my

irrational moaning, up to

completion.

 

Even then, triumph recedes

with the unequivocal breeze.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2013 SHEEMA HUQ


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SHEEMA HUQ
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Written with a keen eye for detail. Like a detective perousing the scene of a crime. Reminds me of when I worked as a kitchen hand at a cafe with an upstairs function room. I'd play that game over a short black coffee, once I had searched around between all the couch cushions for money and various "bonus" forensic items. Ahh memories!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SHEEMA HUQ

8 Years Ago

Thank you and I am pleased to have jolted some interesting memories from your past!
L.Edward

8 Years Ago

Pleasant bohemian memories are always welcome. The pure joy of experience in the moment with all its.. read more



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Written with a keen eye for detail. Like a detective perousing the scene of a crime. Reminds me of when I worked as a kitchen hand at a cafe with an upstairs function room. I'd play that game over a short black coffee, once I had searched around between all the couch cushions for money and various "bonus" forensic items. Ahh memories!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SHEEMA HUQ

8 Years Ago

Thank you and I am pleased to have jolted some interesting memories from your past!
L.Edward

8 Years Ago

Pleasant bohemian memories are always welcome. The pure joy of experience in the moment with all its.. read more
Your writes are always so clever...You think I have a distinctive voice? (and thank you for that *laugh*) You could drop twenty unsigned poems on the floor and I could pick out the Sheema simply by it's creativity and cleverness...you never cease to amaze...

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SHEEMA HUQ

8 Years Ago

Dear Kimmer, thank you for such a compliment, I truly appreciate all of your supportive, kind word.. read more
KAOlmsted

8 Years Ago

Always my absolute pleasure...
the world ,religion rings, a call to shroud, to light,pshsst, she called, I listened, Sound soft working sound, rhythm a clean slate- chalk -line walking- You are beauty to read to hear to inspire thank you.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SHEEMA HUQ

8 Years Ago

Hello Lee, thank you for this really nice comment. I was thinking that I would have preferred to hav.. read more
lee von cleef

8 Years Ago

any pattern laid on top of life, is intriguing to me .When I watch say horses train I look for patt.. read more
uhmmm childhood memories,...
i remmember when we used to share house work amongst our selves and one of mine was sweeping the yard everysingle morning!!
this captures that sensational feeling so greatly...

nice work my dear H

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SHEEMA HUQ

8 Years Ago

My dear H?! I have never been known as H :) I am pleased that this piece seemed to have triggered s.. read more
luviva

8 Years Ago

i am really sorry if you dont like me calling u H, its just that am used to it and its shorter.....<.. read more
Whoah i love how poetry like this makes one explore the minds of different people . I never thought it from a sweeper's point of view. The little details of the room, and the description was beautiful. I really enjoyed reading this:-):-):-D.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SHEEMA HUQ

8 Years Ago

Manual labour, without a vacuum cleaner/hoover in this instance, the sound of being left out and alo.. read more
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Pax
oh how refreshing yet again from my friend Sheema ~ this reminds me of our everyday life ~ how our life works and clean everything we find dirty ~ or i might be wrong either way this put a smile on my face while reading it ~ it has a feel good emotions on it... great work my friend!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SHEEMA HUQ

8 Years Ago

Thank you thanks dear Pax, for this beautiful review, I am hoping that you are feeling better, ther.. read more
Am remind of my long ago youth and the time that I threw a house party, while my parents were away, visiting family in British Columbia. The house was a total disaster, from the basement to the attic. My first and last house party.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SHEEMA HUQ

8 Years Ago

Always interesting to hear from you Therisa, thanks so much :)
therisa

8 Years Ago

Your welcome, Sheema
' Only the sunken sky offers a distracting fondness , holding back the ebb of unreason which is responsible for my ~ irrational moaning, up to completion '

One is allowed to moan, to complain about the minor fidgets in life only because there needs to be focus on what's said to be important, -the greater, more vital things. Though having typed that, personally I think that sorting the minor things is actually a discipline, it's a weeding of the personal schedule.. clears the way, so to speak.

You have an incredible way of finding worth in everything, even if it's not a positive you make it seem so and use your superb phrasing to the nth degree.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SHEEMA HUQ

8 Years Ago



Emma Joy, thank you! - means a lot, muchly appreciated!
emmajoy

8 Years Ago

My pleasure and truth. Happy Tuesday. :)
SHEEMA HUQ

8 Years Ago

:0 :0) Same to you
very creative presentation, great poem

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SHEEMA HUQ

8 Years Ago

Thanks you dear Ency!
Ency Bearis

8 Years Ago

you're welcome

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