Chores Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Chores

Rating: 5.0


I'm sitting here,
in my usual place,
wondering how
I'm gonna face
another day
of total disgrace
doin' nothin'.

I stare into
the space
of an untidy room.
No impetus to sort
the must do this...
move the drunk, ringed
books
and magazines,
orange peel,
tea-stained cups,
three pairs of specs
and the strangled necks
of hand cream tubes.

I grab my medication,
a valid excuse
for lack of sensation.
I'm out of the race
in case anyone asks.
Can't keep pace anymore
with domestic tasks.

Sally Plumb

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
James Timothy Jarrett 20 January 2013

At least you didn't put tin foil up on the windows...Oh well, maybe

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Sally P. P. 10 April 2020

Thanks for your amusing comment, James.

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Heather Wilson 13 July 2012

Thank you for the invite Sally, so pleased you have the right idea about life. it`s for living, a great poem.

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Sally P. P. 10 April 2020

Thanks for your lovely remark, Heather.

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Sally Plumb Plumb

Sally Plumb Plumb

Haverhill Suffolk England
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