she stands at the sink
filling the dishpan with
hot water and Dawn soap
he is siting in the living room
falling asleep watching the news
she scrubs each glass and dish
the moon her only company
the water runs down the drain
but she doesn’t see the suds
only the years that are now gone
- My attempt for the prompt at dVerse Poetics: Reimagining the Familiar
Funny enough this is the second poem I wrote about washing dishes for a prompt. My previous poem was posted in August 2018 here entiled "as she washed dishes".
Beautifully composed, Maria, and so poignant, this routine act encapsulating a loss so profound.
ReplyDeleteThank you Dora.
DeleteReally lovely, so poignant, so sad, so real. ....Ain
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading.
DeleteOh wow, that's how it can be for some people. Very sad to feel that way, I hope she gets her chance to live.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteReminds me of my mother when she does the dishes, she has sacrificed so much.
ReplyDeleteMe too. Thanks for reading.
DeleteYour poignant poem brought tears to my eyes, Maria; it reminded me of my mother. I really felt the emotion in the lines:
ReplyDelete‘the water runs down the drain
but she doesn’t see the suds
only the years that are now gone’.
Thank you Kim.
DeleteOh my heart .. this is deeply poignant ~
ReplyDeleteThanks Sanaa.
DeleteYears passing in the mundane normality
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Thanks for reading.
DeleteSuch a sad poem! Well done, Maria!
ReplyDeleteYvette M Calleiro :-)
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Thank you Yvette.
DeleteVery nicely done. So true!
DeleteDwight
Oh my gosh, this is so very poignant.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteYou can do a lot of thinking while washing dishes...
ReplyDeleteTrue. Thanks for reading.
DeleteThis is one part of life's sadness. Wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteWow! A poignant write Arcadia
ReplyDeleteMuch♡love