David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,048 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

To Jim Hiner: A Recommendation - Poem by David McLansky

Momma had a clothespin bag
Hanging from the line
Filled with old grey clothespins,
The wooden, springy kind,
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She lays upon the soiled sheets
I change her like a child
She looks up startled, she cannot speak,
But with a grateful smile.

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Comments about To Jim Hiner: A Recommendation by David McLansky

  • Rookie - 1 Points Charles Monroe (10/28/2013 4:35:00 AM)

    Writing in the rain again
    Dark nights seem to never end
    Electronically repent
    With a world wide web event
    Where we went off things we've dreamt
    When we wept-off tears we've kept
    For these dreams I haven't slept
    Not too many reach this depth
    When the Good become upset
    And the tape become cassette
    Everybody wants to shout it
    We just want to... write about it.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, October 28, 2013


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