One for all you housewives out there!


The Dishes



The dishes,
The infernal,
Eternal
Dishes.

Always dirty,
Weeping in a
Crusty pile,
Awaiting the relief
Of steaming water.

No matter what
Sordid crisis
Emerges,
In my life,
I can always
Rely,
On my dishes,
To be there,
For me,
Silently waiting,
For my healing,
Cleansing
Touch.




Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2008-07-21 at 17:22

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Rob Graber
Great ode to things seldom celebrated poetrically!
2008-07-21


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
How lucky your dishes are to expect and receive your
healing cleansing touch

enjoyed the read

xxxxStan
2008-07-21