Thursday, March 20, 2014

Today's poem by David Keig

Spring Cleaning

Clean away the cobwebs
make light of dirt and grime
wave high those feather dusters
it's now spring cleaning time
for spring's first day has broken
and those windows must be cleaned
cold winter's grey has gone away
replaced with fresher scenes
ah! the joy of such spring cleaning
oh! the joy of household life
sometimes i am the paragon
of a 1950's wife! 

David Keig
b. 1951
Submitted to Poem Hunter.com: Sunday, August 28, 2005

10 comments:

  1. I must get our windows cleaned this spring... after the trees have finished coating everything with its messy yellow pollen, that is. I can do the inside windows, but we need to hire someone to tackle the ones outside (take the storms off, clean the screens, etc.) and upstairs. Then to do a thorough sorting-out of the basement mess. :)

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    1. you're ambitious! good luck. I was so smitten with this poem.

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  2. It has been so pretty here the past couple of days I have been doing my spring cleaning outside. ;) Have a great weekend.

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    1. It's pretty here too, but you must like the color white to appreciate it. :<))

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  3. Since I planned to clean the windows it has rained every day...grrrrr

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    1. maybe the rain will clean the outside for you. :<))

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  4. I wonder if that poet would like to drop by my house. He would be so welcome. I've been a 1950s wife (in the 1960s) but I sure am not any longer.

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    1. Me, either. But i've really always been a once a week cleaner, whereas my mother was cleaning all the time.

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  5. sometimes i am the paragon
    of a 1950's wife!


    It seems like that's a fun thing to be when it's only sometimes :)

    For me, spring cleaning involves preparing my home for Passover. As I do this, I wind up throwing out a lot of accumulated papers, donating clothes, and scrubbing and dusting everything...

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    1. Such a delightful little poem, I thought. I like when religious traditions meld with the seasons.

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