old wooden brooms by Carissa Dewey Wrinkled, weak fingers hold calm a wooden broom. She stands in the quiet rain, in this late summer afternoon. Her broom, she uses to push the rain from her sidewalk and all of the fallen moist leaves. She is focused. And as I pass her by I wish for a moment I could be in her shoes, I could change this clock and grow fast in aged skin holding a straw broom. 01/03/2008 Posted on 01/04/2008 Copyright © 2025 Carissa Dewey Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Jo Halliday on 06/09/09 at 05:26 AM So beautifully written.. Posted by Marcus Lane on 07/28/10 at 06:37 AM Quite beautiful. I shall come back to your library when I've time. Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/27/13 at 12:56 PM Such a fine first stanza - a clear view of this woman so focused. Congrats on POTD! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)