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Dishes

The dishes pile up stained with the day to day of life
Her hands are chapped and dry withered from washing them
Dishes of food, dishes of mundanity
relentless dishes calling to be cleaned

Dishes prepared with love dishes for the family
dishes smashed in anger, broken in frustration
the dishes are her forte, she knows the dishes well

her hands are red and inflamed
sore from scrubbing at the remnants of her life
how many dishes has she washed anyway
how many hours of her life has she lost

Unseen she scurries and tidies
washing and drying, washing and dryng
swallowing her rage and her long lost dreams

The dishes are her forte, she knows the dishes well
the dirt, the leftovers, the many requests of her  
washing and drying, washing and drying
but nobody cares to notice

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  1. Date: 7/6/2010 6:59:00 AM
    This is a powerful allegory of life, Lisa, excellently written! And thank you for your kind comments...Have a great week...:)..Gert

  1. Date: 7/6/2010 1:44:00 AM
    Having spent many hours trying to scrub awa "the remnants of...life," I can really relate to this poem, Lisa. Excellent and compelling message here. Love, Carolyn

  1. Date: 7/6/2010 1:35:00 AM
    Dishes , those metaphorical, pieces of nothing that steal the meaning of our lives...smash them all and eat on paper plates and learn how to live again...

  1. Date: 7/6/2010 1:35:00 AM
    Dishes , those metaphorical, pieces of nothing that steal the meaning of our lives...smash them all and eat on paper plates and learn how to live again...

  1. Date: 7/5/2010 5:41:00 PM
    so true...a tribute to mom's everywhere!!

  1. Date: 7/5/2010 3:33:00 PM
    Lisa, I also wrote a poem about dishes. We must have ghosts in our house. Before I go to bed there is none, when I wake in the morning. The kitchen has loads, unbelievable. I know what you mean >> James

  1. Date: 7/5/2010 1:55:00 PM
    Gosh, either she has a very large family or she workd also for a restaruant. That is a lot of dishes and the poem really brings out her resentment at what her life amounts to for her. Very powerful writing. This lady needs to just hang it up and see what everyone thinks THEN. (stupid dishes, I hate doing dishes myself, hahaha) I really enjoyed this. LUv, Andrea