Monday, December 21, 2009

Sunday blew in

Sunday blew in
breezily
popping pinstriped
cuff to bare
a cunning and
ill-cutting
hand,
manicured tips
of rounded
pink extending
to un-shake
my seldom firm,
oft clammy
faith.

3 comments:

Jenny said...

This one has a great unexpected twist. And as usual, the flow is flawless.

Some of my favorite lines of this poem:

"popping pinstriped
cuff to bare
a cunning and
ill-cutting
hand"

PO Johnson said...

This feels like where I live. Or is it just me? I don't know. Appreciated
it.

Francis Scudellari said...

Thanks Jenny. I kept this one very simple.

PO, we may reside in similar places :). Thanks.