Best Washcloth Poems

by Dawne Zacharias

                                        The Wall of...

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As clean running water flows through dirty dishes   
Immense joy and peace bathe her tired being   
While veined deft hands scour surfaces and edges 
She becomes aware of her body and breathing    

Immense joy and peace bathe her...

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Some news has a way of crushing you to your core. Now get back up, again you. 
I remember I wanted to go see my friend last night. I remember texting her I was falling asleep on the couch and not coming after all. Now...

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From the moment I feel that spark
in the palm of your hand and let it
run over the bone of my hip, I am placed in a 
euphoria that drags along with me for months and 
years.

It keeps me awake at night and clouds my focus
during...

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I was enjoying myself in a bubble bath, as suddenly, a mouse dropped in.
Maybe I would of panicked, but she swam immediately, to the other end!
I suddenly felt so sorry for my, now clean, little, cutsey, mouse, that…
I stretched out my washcloth, by the edges,...

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A seagull’s just messed on my car
poop splattered the windscreen so far
it obscured my view
wet white slimy pooh
that seagull needs the abattoir!

To remove that horrible slurry
I leapt out my car in a hurry
and wiped the poop off
with an old washcloth -
clean windscreen, but seagulls should...

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I puffed out a soft cold cloud
In these long chambered empty rooms
As my hand held washcloth to brow 
Over me, your sickness looms
Hot breath toasted my fingers
Now heaving up dead fireflies
The anger still lingers
My fever induced by your lies...

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Bare feet step onto the cold black and white mosaic tiles.
A few tiles are missing, revealing beige glue embedded with purple lint.
An inconveniently small black knob, striped with old toothpaste
is twisted 
to illuminate the reluctant fluorescent fixture above the sink.
Red blood vessels peek through the...

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(Line for line… tit for tat.)

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My house is kind of small
but bigger than my kitchen
And in my kitchen there’s a lamp
that’s bigger than my fist
Please don’t touch the dog’s food bowl
only I touch the food bowl
But really I know I shouldn’t
only my dog touches the...

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It is quite common to kiss 'ouchys' on those wee.
At three, my son asked to have bath autonomy.
I tossed a washcloth, then stood where he could not see.
Soon, he called out with words that completely shook me,
"Mom, it washed red and sore, please come kiss...

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*Image of The Moon Looking At Full by Pixabay.

“No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself, and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.” – Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter, 1850.

Pockets Of Moon...

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How to Stay Married to Me
(a poetic tutorial)

Don’t come at me
With sweets or cookies
On Valentine’s Day
My New Year’s resolutions
Are around to stay
(talk to me around Mother’s Day)

Understand my currency:
Words, sweet syntax,
Small deeds at random 
Are my box of chocolates

Fill my tank,
Ask if I’ve lost weight
Offer...

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I pray to The Lord to thank Him,
for gifts He provides each day.
A prayer of thanksgiving to Jesus,
for the blessings He sends my way.

I thank you Lord for the lesser things,
and not think it so odd,
for I know that even the smallest,
is given by The...

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Lasagna noodles on my forehead
A washcloth in the pot
Oh dear, oh my, what am I doing?
I think I completely forgot
It’s dinner time for all the kiddies
And I put the toaster in the sink
I’m losing it, my mind is warped
I’m edging to the brink
Maybe I should...

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The pen has betrayed me! 
The ink has swallowed me as spit on a fly.
I burn pages with fiery lightning bug breaths
That spill from pokey jar-holes.
If I touched flame I'd very well melt to the floor.
I would bleach your Turkish rugs.
I would ruin the drapes.
And...

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