"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Circa 1950

Circa 1950…She drank sweet tea
and ironed another’s clothes
thinking it ironic a pair of pants
saw more of the world than she.

Three kids…an apron…working
for nickels and dimes.

Glamour didn’t find its way
up three flights in a back alley.


©Susie Clevenger 2012

12 comments :

Mary said...

So true of some in the early 1950's, Susie. Some really had to scrimp to get by and did what they did to feed the children. I like the imagery created by the mention of the pants!

Brian Miller said...

a bit of harsh reality in this one susie...someone home to tend the fire while others live...i would hope she found a bit of life herself...and saw a bit more of the world....

ayala said...

Hard truth... Life not always what we dream that it would be.

Victoria said...

So good, Susie. I grew up in this era and it's well-represented. And as I age I find I'm often content to withdraw a bit, to write (if not to iron!)

Laurie Kolp said...

So sad, but a common plight back then... and for some today. I, too, like the pants.

Timoteo said...

Back alley poetry...rings with authenticity...and not a wasted word here...ironic, too, because I've been wasted in numerous back alleys.

hedgewitch said...

I love that reflection about the pants--perfect, Susie, showing the shut world, the doors that only open to let in more of the same.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This rings so true and authentic, Susie - love the back alley feel, up a couple of flights. I can see her.

Len Williams~ Carver said...

very reminiscent beautifully written In the 50's that is all a woman could attain to it seemed.

henry clemmons said...

Very kool, but some may prefer life without the gloss of vogue, but it was a different time I imagine, like black and white TV with no cable or wireless tech. Reminded me of old TV show sung from lost modern heart left with dreams. I liked a lot. Great words, line work, flow and voice.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I wonder how much things have changed?

Tigerbrite said...

Sweet tea was a treat after rationing. They were grey days. You capture the feel of them well.

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