Friday, July 17, 2009


Gladiator broom

Take me in your hands
hold me tight,
I will dance across
this kitchen floor, brush
away the crumbs, the cares
of day, help you face
the night.

Gladiator broom photo (again! :) by L.L. Barkat.

High Calling Blogs RAP: Sonnet Makes Grown Man Cry
A Simple Country Girl’s Raspberries
Monica’s Dinner Table
Joelle’s The Beginning of the Path to There
Claire’s Wind-Tossed Paper
Laura’s Tumor [for a friend]
Yvette’s A Daily Prayer
Sara's Night
Eric's Image of Man, Image of God
Elk's Dusk Understood
Lance's Every Broken Thing

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Blogger sherri said...

I'll never look at my broom the same way again!

8:35 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

LL... I like this poem... it made me smile, and where on earth did you find such an excellent broom?

9:30 AM  
Blogger sojourner said...

I love that photo! I like the very much. Want to be like this broom! Helping people "brush away the crumbs, the cares of day."

11:18 AM  
Blogger A Simple Country Girl said...

Oh, to dance this way
and not just at the end of the day...

11:50 AM  
Blogger Craver Vii said...

My wife doesn't dance with me. Maybe I'll pick up a broom and show her how much fun she's missing.

Heyyyyyyy, did I just get tricked into sweeping the floor???

4:41 PM  
Blogger L.L. Barkat said...

Sherri... I hope that's a good thing. :)

Cindy... oh, it warms my heart to make you smile. The broom belonged to a street sweeper in Granada, Spain.

Sojourner... I hadn't thought of being like the broom, but perhaps somewhere inside I had. Maybe that's partly where poems come from.

Simple Country Girl... I'll remember that when I take up my broom.

Craver... Ha! She wouldn't trick you like that. It's fun to sweep, don't you know? (Actually, I think there is something oddly satisfying about sweeping things away.)

5:03 PM  
Blogger elk said...

such a wonder filled metaphor...i have a poem about dusk...brooms are a marvel to use I think

8:20 PM  
Anonymous Lance said...

Brooms and vacuums. Could there be anything more horrifying to a dog? Or a husband?

10:59 AM  
Blogger Joelle said...

Just heading to bed and pondering the single word "sweep." A prayer, tonight, as I drift to sleep. Sweep, sweep, sweep.

10:12 PM  
Blogger Tea With Tiffany said...

Great words and shot! Thank you...

1:01 AM  
Blogger Sarah said...

Order to chaos brings rest...ah, yes.

12:38 PM  
Blogger Liz said...

Oh, I like it.
Brush away the crumbs, the cares of day, help you face the night.
GREAT broom!

10:27 PM  
Blogger Jennifer @ Getting Down With Jesus said...

Lovely, L.L.

A bit of you went to Colorado with me last week... I took a photo of my "tent and altar," which includes your book, and posted it on my blog.

Thanks for your ministry here and also in Stone Crossings. The questions at the end of the book have prompted me to dig deep.

12:59 PM  
Blogger Children of Eve said...

Love this post, could almost hear a comfortable soft wooshing sound as I read the poem.

3:26 PM  

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