Dawn

Dawn

 

2 week old dishes

lie in a sink

grease and stains 

digested pains

 

a body decomposes

on bare threaded couch

from a bare threaded life

abandoned

 

someone will come along

happen upon the dead heart

 

perhaps, wash the dishes.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

4/7/24

Reviews

[Lorry]

We won't all wake up to that bright new dawn Jacob, nor feel it's heat upon us.
But at least one day worries of doing the dishes will be beyond us and hopefully someone will clear them away and not judge our life on the clutter we leave behind us.
Now I'm imagining the service, where the vicar reads aloud "Here lies Lorry, who left hid kitchen sink in a helluva mess!"
Just as well I'll be beyond housekeeping critiques by then! 😀

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Maybe hire someone before hand...that person can clean up the kitchen so you won't be embarrassed when they find you.
j.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Dawn...
Dish washing and cleanliness is always important...
Even more so if you happen to be dead... Lol
Great poem. Enjoyed reading it.
Keep it up.
Take good care.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we always worry what others will find after we pass...
Hopefully they won't think us slobs...
j.

[Desert Knave]

For some reason I've always felt like the mess in the sink is our right as we pass ... just so someone can say something snarky and then realize they are criticizing the dead. Anyhow, interesting write. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, our write, or right.
thank you, Jim,
j.

[mabel mae]

“dead people receive more flowers than the living because regret is stronger than gratitude.” -anne frank
j, it is okay. even if you don’t see it yet. -mabel

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Anne had something there, didn't she?
Thank you, mabel,
j.

[Poetic Beauty]

Depression for lack of a better word is a b***h and heartbreak that creates the depression is shattering.

I do hope the dishes get washed 🤣

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, it would be nice if eventually they did.
thanks, P.B.
j.

[Poetic Beauty]

You are welcome

[duff]

Forgotten is a horrible way to go. Someone out there remembers us. No one goes alone.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it would nice to be able to thank that someone before the time comes.
thank you, duff,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Oh my. Dying alone must be everyone!s fear. Being forgotten about and left to decompose, such the saddest of endings j. This reminds me of a poem I wrote about three years ago of a real life situation, when this happened to a young woman in the UK. She had been dead in a chair at home, Christmas decorations up and surrounded by presents with the tv on. She wasn’t discovered for over a year or more. A heart break situation. A film was made about her. No one wants an ending like this.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Wow, and entire year...that is incredible...and the tv was still on?

[Chris Shaw]

Yes, and all her bills paid by direct debit. What is worse is she had siblings who didn’t care enough to query her silence. Shocking.

[Soren]

A grim thought or maybe a grime thought as it started. I used to have unwashed dishes but just couldn't take it so wash them as I use them now. Maybe this will be me some day. The unexpectedness of the second stanza changed the course of my mind that was heading in another direction at the time. Such abrupt turns are expected at an amusement park but here it led to the same location, enjoyment. And I thought my pieces were dark.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ah, sorry about my morbidness.
j.

[Soren]

Not at all I BID for MOR

[Vol]

Jacob,
Okay, and hmmm, I never pictured you as a nihilist, but then your vivid picture of what lurks at the bottom of everyone's soul gives me pause. I am a thousand miles from home helping my brother walk our sweet, elfin mom through her last days and it matters not that she is in a comfortable bed with good sheets or if she were on a threadbare couch, the result is the same... while she struggles to breathe, someone is doing dishes.
Vol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Your reply is better than the poem...Thank you, Vol,
j.