Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Listening to a house

A cookie cutter
(for Play-Doh-turned-gray)
dropped by
still-small fingers
onto the tile floor

Toenails (grown too long)
on the persistent dog
at the back door
ready to exchange prowling
for air conditioning

A toy being used
as a spoon in a plastic bowl
stirring imaginary food
stirring a toddler's
growing mind

Bang and
Clonk and
Hhhh and
Eeee! and
Aaah... and
Crinkle and
Tap and

Children seen.
Children heard.
(Dog too.)

Happy home.


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Unknown said...

Cute poem!

Dan Felstead said...

C. Beth...

Really neat idea..."Listening to a house"...when I saw this on my dashboard I had to see what it was about. I often post pictures of old houses and these are the words I have been searching for...(I won't use them of course) but the idea really is fascinating to think about! Great post.


caryn said...

Great poem

Fannyfanackapan said...

I really enjoyed 'Listening to a House'. I shall listen to mine today and let you know what it says.