Throw open the windows painted shut
All I had to do is make you laugh
Putty and butter knives plus hammer
Thinking there was an ulterior gaff
Through layers of lead sawing back and forth
Back then you’d have scorned me if I tried
Pulling pieces of the pliant paint off
Reeling you in again like a new bride
The sill remains undamaged, free of most paint
You struggle against yourself and the line’s restraint
The paint breaks free and the window goes up
A breeze comes through and you giggle just enough
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/18
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Ah nice one– but has she lost some of her sparkle?
joanny
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Hopefully the giggle won’t stress the remaining paint around the edges… smiles…
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Nice take on this…I like the hopeful note at the end ~
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Giggles need to be heard! smiles…
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I love this Michael. You draw a perfect parallel between the needs of a beautiful old house and a beautiful, mature woman. Lovely.
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Thanks Kim.
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I enjoyed this very much. Your words painted (word chosen purposely) the scene beautifully. And the ending was perfect and made ME giggle.
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Thanks Mary. I’m happy You were able to get a giggle out of it.
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So much to enjoy about this poem – the hints of rhyme, the teasing tone, and the play on words of the title.
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Gratitude Accepted and Given.
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A stuck sash window is no use to man nor beast – glad yours got freed! LOL
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Thanks Jinksy. I tried to remember “sash” but it completely escaped me.
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