Therapeutic Dish Washing Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Therapeutic Dish Washing
Filthy cup
Just soaking
Detergent
Sprayed throughout
Saucer now
Deep dish dirt
Floating forth
Dishing dirth
That last line is perfection, Richard. And as I reread the poem for a third time, I realize that your words can stand as a metaphor for a conversation I had just this morning. Great poem, Richard. A 10.
I love the way you have taken up the topic and treated it as a meaningful experience. The comments and your reply are quite interesting. Thanks, Richard.
Rajnish, dish washing can be a meditative experience. Thank you for reading and commenting. Always greatly appreciated!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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M.J, thank you for thinking that the last line is perfection. And yes, the metaphor is most definitely there!