Not One Spec Of Dust Poem by John Howard Davies

NOT ONE SPEC OF DUST
by John Howard Davies 12th. March 2017
for Judi Walker.
Not one spec of dust to see
nothing out out of place but me
cushions plumped mugs pristine
enormous modern large T.V.

Beautifully ordered symmetry
sparkling lamp shaped like a tree
locked car park down a car park ramp
keeps out the bed-less freezing tramps

Clear glass wall that bends it's form
shielding from a chefs new born
nothing old or broken or worn
apart from my old tired yawn

Views across a holy yard
where summer trees make viewing hard
to see a daughters planned agenda
as one sips wine on a grey veranda

A palace in one of life's greatest puddles
where people drink and smoke to struggle
thin clad lasses in winter degrees
testosterone d models on their knees

Shrieks of delight in that cold morning air
cut across quiet and this life we share
the stillness of night still lives and breathes there
as it drowns beneath any whiff of care

Not one spec of dust to see
in my friends home where she took me
simplicity and ordered ways
in her beautifully constructed days

Not one spec of dust is able
to wonder perfectly polished tables
no mud on solid wooden floors
life's folded up behind large doors

Beautiful lady in a magazine home
where the colours match the lighting tones
where wallpaper sticks on walls dead square
what a sight of contentment you have prepared.