Leaning in, washing,
soaping away the day,
I broodingly eye the sudsy water …
coil and swirl down the drain,
taking the grime of life with it.
Is that weariness I see clinging to the
basin edges? I wipe it clean, loosening it’s grip
before it finds me again, re-settling.
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Brilliant, I find washing up in hot soapy suds very therapeutic when things are tough. Your poem expressed the feeling of power over mood really well x loved it.
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you said it 🙂 Thank you!!!!
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