I fold the bed sheets, thrice. Lining them against the front of the bed, i look at the corners of the bedspread. I tuck them neatly in. I need three more hours to dust every nook and corner and plunge the dirt out
Of the soul.
Purge it and broil it in guilt and spasmodic pangs of breathlessness –
sweat beads traverse my bodyscape, hovering over my forehead,
Waiting to be channelised into tear drops.
As my family slogs the day, i dance around with a broom in hand, passively living, barely thriving, like a dew waiting to drop from the edge of a grass blade.
I love how honest you are and how you use basic chores to help deal with other issues. Sweat and tears mix and you become “a dew waiting to drop from the edge of a grass blade.” A giant tear drop. My heart goes out to you. Many hugs. <3
dear dear @Danielle Wong , am so filled with gratitude now…. much love
Loved the poem – the lines
‘of the soul’ and where it flows in the poem and the next 3 lines.
The ending is powerful and reflective.
A poem many of us will resonate with.
Thank you.
what tremendous joy you give @Vijaya Gowrisankar when you mention it will resonate with others… what more can a pot ask for … humbled