Weeks upon weeks,
Fold after fold,
Creases and “Jesus”,
Jack and the beanstalk.
A huff in the morning,
A puff by noon,
A sigh in the evening
and the pile another two inches high.
It’s a task, a farce,
Who needs neatness anyway?
Yet I cannot bear the sight
any longer, this mountain to climb.
I thought a nap might help
Or defeating the pile of cups and plates,
There it remains,
Ugly and lavender fresh.
Denial and domestic disillusionment reign
but perhaps if I write about it,
I’ll actually tackle the pain.
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Day 19 – Imagine yourself doing any household task/chore, then write a poem using what you’ve imagined as an extended metaphor for writing.
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Enjoyed reading this lovely piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings as well, would love to know what you think about them 🙂
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Thank you very much 🙂
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Thanks for respecting my invite & taking out time to go through my writings. I look forward to reading more of your writings in the future as well 🙂
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That was beautiful in its own way.
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Thank you.
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