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 8 Months Ago


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Einstein Noodle

8 Months 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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A city and its dwellers relieved of grit and grime while the city sleeps. Dark secrets are relentless as they remain by the gutter. The unwanted lingering of memories. I love this because seems much hidden between the lines.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

yes yes yes Eugi! thank you for such a sensitive sensing in ;) your review has made me morning ... t.. read more
Eugi

1 Month Ago

You're most welcome, E!
Sadly, I could not find Annette's poem that you mention! (Wanted to read them side-by-side). I haven't lived in a city very much of my life & I've never lived in a city with cadillacs for street sweepers. The ones I've seen are so old & busted up, they hardly pick up anything, just sprinkle the debris with water & then smearing it down the street. Your poem kinda gives me that feeling of the pure uselessness of street sweeping that I've witnessed (always early-dawn dog-walking)! I love it when poets write about the forgotten slices of life (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Month Ago


barleygirl

1 Month Ago

That "read more" s**t is this website's biggest rabbit hole EVER! *smile*
barleygirl

1 Month Ago

Now that I've read Annette's poem (which blew my socks off), I'm even more in awe of how your mind w.. read more
Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

:) ....................
Sweeping, sweeping, it looks industrious, yet it seems its only moving the dirt around, like the "make busy" work we do to show we are doing SOMETHING with our lives- that's where my mind went when your words took me on this trip. O the places you will go...

Posted 1 Month Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

yes!! really just moving dirt around a bit ;) i always wondered at the value of street sweepers ... .. read more
Barbara Walker

1 Month Ago

;):):):):):)
He’s like the grim reaper of the streets. Only, he’s called out because of our careless way of discarding things. It’s a haunting image here. The loneliness of the job even with all those left over signs of life.

I always think of night jobs as lonely because very often people must do them solo or (as they say) with a skeleton crew. And night just has a way of going slower. Creeping over the earth like the street sweeper.

I don’t know, an odd review from me, but the atmosphere you’ve created with this short poem lends its mood. Feels like mist swallowing over the land. Good stuff, here.



Posted 2 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

yes..the reaper ;) so happy you caught the mood of this ... and plugged in your own experience .. wh.. read more
we have to park in our driveways or we get tickets on our cars when the street sweeper comes through. Nicely written write

Posted 2 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Months Ago

you must live in NY then ;)))))))))) i feel pretty humbled you have stopped to read so many of my po.. read more
Gene, when I was a kid,
Growing-up in the ghettos, we had no paved streets in our neighborhood (not enough tax value, no doubt), so we had no street sweepers, but I've been downtown when they came whirr-rr-rrring by to stir dust and coat everything in the early morning dew to a thin coat of mud to dry at sunset on cars, windows, and sidewalks, and shame on ya if you're walking home from an all-nighter.
Our streets are paved now, first with brick, then with asphalt and concrete … didn't want you to think we're not up-n-comers ; LOL!
Still, in the hollows of your poem, I sense colored sunsets sweeping lovers in the magic of sensual hues, even a tinge of death, a life is swept into the unknown … this is a work of abstract imagination for me, too, prompted by imagery from your deftly creative pen.

Thank you, My Friend, for sweeping through my grey-matter! ⁓ Richard 🍃

Posted 4 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

4 Months Ago

wht a pleasure to have your sensitive erading of this Richard ... love that all those things popped .. read more
wow, E.
i think you just inspired me with this one...i started remembering the Bronx streets...
and those folks who hung out there having to avoid the sweepers.
but i am reminded of lonely hearts as well...and how when the sun goes down they are swept into that sadness of being alone.
beautiful, expressive write,
and as for your "about me"---we have been and will continue to be blessed by YOUR presence here at WC...
you have much wisdom and even more heart.
j.

Posted 6 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

6 Months Ago

jacob you have made my day this morning already...its 2:52 AM ;) so thank you very much ... i know y.. read more
excellent thought flow, making the mundane alive, good use of words,

Posted 7 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

7 Months Ago

thanks gram! and great to be getting to know you :) those steel bristles that that would come loose .. read more
a clever, cleansing write. ouch, sounds a bit painful. made me feel like a piece of white trash. thank Heaven for recycling huh - gives us all more chances before we're retired to the scrap heap ... :)

Posted 7 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

7 Months Ago

yes .. a lot like you poem "Burdens" eh!? ... i have vivid memories of the sweepers ... the quiet ho.. read more
Pete

7 Months Ago

where i currently live, they come by each morning between 4-6 am. usually wakes me up, especially i.. read more
Einstein Noodle

7 Months Ago

:) i am old and usually up before then ... have had a couple cups of coffee and time to wax poetic ;.. read more
So honored to have inspired this E.- thank you so much for the mention! “Dirge City”- so appropos to the content of this vignette. The period at the end of the sentence-nailed shut. Imagery stark, great dramatic pauses and use of alliteration, repetition. Just a hearse. Just a dandelion. Just a sweeper, a weeper- the clean-up of a life. One hand clapping for a life extinguished. Brilliiant my friend.


Posted 7 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

7 Months Ago

i am truly humbled by your review Annette ..thank you so much ...you are gracious and encouraging .... read more

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