Scutwork

Emotions are so complicated. I think I'd rather do the housework.

Today these emotions bubble up,

overflow, as suds and soap

canvasing the floor.

 

They tumble through me,

unwashed (the washer

is on the blink).

 

Unpaired, I hang them,

a parade of socks;

a replica of understanding.

 

Later, that uncomfortable release,

my iron's hot pressure;

I just want to erase the wrinkles.

 

(And if I were braver

I would shed

these rigid creases).

Author's Note

As always, all polite/relevant reviews are welcome - including constructive critique, grammar and spelling corrections. Finally, thank you for taking the time to read/leave a review!

Reviews

[LJW]

I would delete the last stanza entirely. It seems somehow redundant or perhaps it's just my own sensibilities. I would also ask you to consider deleted the line in parentheses in S2. Reread it and see how it sounds to you.

I find this piece to be so simply put that it is profound in the most effortless way; the kind of writing that makes me want to come back for more. I can relate to this piece. Brilliant work.

[Poeticadia]

A brilliant and inspired metaphor for irrepressible emotions. Concise and balanced, the poem slips so perfectly across the tongue when i read it aloud. Excellent!