Unfeeling
She knows
it takes four
long rinses
to get a dirty duster
clean.
Dullness in yellow
as the day is grey
and it all seems
so sad.
She knows
she should move,
appear
keen.
And she hates herself
for not feeling so.
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Comments
I also enjoyed reading this, Stella, and can relate to it on many levels.
You do convey the feeling so well!
Hey, I know this feeling, Stella! (Says she, sitting on settee with a laptop, while housework awaits...) Well expressed. xx
I agree with Isobel. Washing dusters? Like darning socks. Get them in the bin.
Incidentally, if Isobel has more old pairs of knickers than she needs for dusters I'd be happy to take them off her.
Philipos
Tue 11th Oct 2011 19:32
I can understand the reluctance with the duster bit that's me to a T. Never thought to write a poem about it though. Brilliant.
Very touching Stella. I also enjoyed this - it's not the right word but it expresses how much I appreciated how good your poem is. X
She must have been mad to ever consider washing dusters in the first place. Mine get binned. In fact I use old knickers and underpants - which is a load of fun if you forget and leave them haning around!
Everyone else has said the important stuff. Certain moods bring with them intertia that stifles all action. It stops me doing housework many a time... You express that well. xx
Mmm, depressive, heavy, really gets the (un)feeling across. Nice one Stella
the ending adds a nice twist to the rest of the piece, stella (which i enjoyed too of course) but it's top stuff all round xx
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Sat 15th Oct 2011 23:31
marvellous !!