I, Dishwater

As the day is long

So goes the plumbing

Blub, blub…burble gurgle and thus more

Thus said again

As I swirl down the drain

And cause myself to disappear

And elsewhere I’m sure to then by the very nature of things, reappear

Running sheer

In gravity I steer

As I run out of things to rhyme about

And have long since gone beyond the very beginnings of the spout

In time immemorial

I have no marker to stand at my black residue end

And my list swirling spin

Thus sayeth the sink water lost

Reviews

[Talal Hussain]

great stuff :-)

[gombeggar]

thanks much

[Ruth]

Yes, felt and related...your words speak volumes here xox

[gombeggar]

thanks...glad u appreciate it

[Pax]

clever in a smart way... i find the metaphor amusing... but thinking literally... i felt like i was the dishwater(or is it dishwasher)... either way... i enjoyed this write...

[gombeggar]

thanks much...i'm sure every (or any) aspect could be imagined by whosoever reads this bit

[Rhianne Ney]

Whao, I mean, wow, that's some great comparison and something that I wasn't glad to miss out. I mean, it was really great (:

[gombeggar]

thanks much :)

[Rhianne Ney]

You're welcome, Sir. I couldn't read the others though since it was in a different language and I can't trust Google Translate.
It was great to write about your hometown nonetheless (:

[gombeggar]

the others are mosty the same poem translated in dif langs is all

[Rhianne Ney]

Oh, I noticed that also, but yeah, that's great by the way