bristles of the broom stitched . bound . well worn
hold comfort as it sways across the quiet porch
a soothing rhythm of earth . leaves . twigs
piled softly with feelings of the day
swept away
bristles of the broom stitched . bound . well worn
hold comfort as it sways across the quiet porch
a soothing rhythm of earth . leaves . twigs
piled softly with feelings of the day
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your post
cleans
the clutter
from the
inside.
gorgeous,
dear. xox
Oh i love these words so much x
sweet memories
linoleum floors
she swept every day
never owned a vaccuum
but you could eat
off of her floor
because mom had a
well worn broom...
thanks for this post
~victoria~
Not just beautiful but a post that brought out even more poetry from your readers.
I felt it in those few words.
This is like a song, Elk... love that last line especially, "piled softly with feelings of the day" I feel blessed for having seen this today--thank you, Elk :o) ((HUGS))
Elk, love, love, love, your third image! The almost, but not quite B & W. True art!
coming clean in beauty ...
Wonderful series of photos Elk...Whenever I sweep or vacuum my mind wanders to thoughts of the day :)
wonderful light and texture.
that first photo is stunning !
I love this simple study of a simple subject...It ends up not so simple!
You make me want to sweep the kitchen floor.
And trust me... That's saying a LOT.
:)
I love it - you have a talent for finding the beauty in things the rest of us overlook.
Yes, Elk, you do find such beauty in simple things ... so happy that you share them. Hope you are having a wonderful week!
what soft beauty such an ordinary action holds! your noticing of this special kind of beauty is so inspiring. i long to notice, friend.
Love. this. the lines, the words. so true!
The timeless broom, lovely in its own way and really can't be replaced in many instances.
I just swept our porches with my old corn husk broom yesterday! Such a relaxing little chore!
So simple and graphic. Just seeing brooms makes me think of the sound of sweeping.
When I was travelling in Asia I remember the sound of people sweeping paths in the early morning. Your broom reminds me of that ... the peace and rhythm.
another deep breath... in... out...
thanks you :)
extraordinary...
swept away in the sacred ordinary.
i so love this. love the beauty you find in the simple, everyday things. and i have always loved to sweep.
I will think about this the next time I sweep my patio...you are so right, a soothing sound it is.
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