Reap What You Sew
White taffeta, pink lace, some
mesh & fine linen
Two spools of pink thread
Maybe throw in some ninon.
A little of this and a little
of that
Not sure if I’ll make a hat
or a mat.
Now I linger here at my sewing
machine table
Though it wobbles a bit and
isn’t that stable.
So I drop what I’m doing to
go to the garage
Realizing my muscles ache; might
need a massage.
Grabbed my hammer, some wood,
and pocket of nails
And yes, I grabbed some meds
for my ails.
After the meds take affect I
think I’ll be fine,
But just in case, grabbed a
bottle of wine.
With all in my arms, I headed
back up the stairs
Needed to finish making my wears.
With hammer in hand I drove
in one nail
Heard thunder outside; with
rain and large hail
Jumped from my table in such
of a flash
Dropped my bottle of wine and
it made quite a splash.
Shutting my window so the rain
won’t get in
Oh, but my head; it’s starting
to spin.
I staired at the mess all over
the place
It stained the fine linen, and
even the lace.
Cleaned up my spills and most
of the stains
But on the linen and lace, still
some remains.
Picked up the taffeta, and what
did I see?
It was nailed to the table,
how could this be?
After posting my "Reap
What You Sow" poem on the www.Poets.com website and getting a " not- so
-nice review",
because I'd made the horrible
misspelling of the word Sow for Sew, I was inspired to write this poem.
Copyright © Sydell R. Linsicombe
May 12, 2005