Dirty DishesA Poem by Ms. Curly
The roses you gave me have wilted
The wine bottle now half-full with bitter liquid Your scent has lost its potency on my bed throw, my nose strains to pick up the aroma of your cologne The utensils you ate with have been thrown into the dishwasher... rinsed, sterilized, steamed as if you were never here The pans and pots we cooked with that evening have been hand-cleaned and placed in their designated shelves Even the dish rags have become soiled and discolored, replaced with new ones I fear That the traces I have left of you will soon become untraceable You will become like the grease stains on my stove top... easily removed and forgotten The evidence of a meal once shared disappearing in a mere thirty minutes © 2018 Ms. Curly |
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Added on June 5, 2018 Last Updated on June 5, 2018 AuthorMs. CurlyAboutI wrote my first poem at the age of seven, and have been at it ever since. Poetry continues to be a means of self expression when I am unable to physically say the words. It is my outlet, my release, .. more..Writing
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