Zen in Real Life

I cannot fold a fitted sheet,

not to save my life;

a scandal as a woman,

a homemaker, a wife

I’ve heard advice from other folks,

explained in great detail

I’ve watched the how-to videos

of course, to no avail

this one small task that troubled me

made me incomplete;

I now embrace the beauty

in unfolded fitted sheets

Author's Note

I may be going crazy... this is the only poem that has come to mind in ages... Oh well, back to the laundry... ;)

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

We all have how talents and our weaknesses... that is what makes us all different. And you have a talent for writing.

[Rita L. Sev]

Dale, I am gratified by your words. Since I have given up on those sheets, I hope my Muse wakes up soon! Thank you, my friend!

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Judging from this poem your muse was in the dryer sheet.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the laundry is giving you delightful inspiration---unfolded sheets are like much of life...never neat, never really folded carefully...more haphazard and wrinkled, but real.

I like this.

[Rita L. Sev]

I have found that "perfection" is not worth the anxiety it brings. At this point I'll take inspiration wherever I can get it! Thank you, Jacob!

[Sami Khalil]

A great analogy between the fitted ans the unfitted, the order and the chaos and above all the perfection and imperfection. Missed you wonderful writes...:).....

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you so much, Sami. It really is those little things in life, isn't it?

[Sami Khalil]

So true. You are welcome...:)....................