cleaning

[Niamh]

Dull work for a dull day
I think as i drag myself upstairs.
I look at my room, I dont know what to say!
All i see is junk and paper and teddy bears.

I make a start on my sister claires bed.
Thank god she's in Australia, i sigh,
God only knows what curses she'd have said
If she could see all my clothes dumped a mile high!

Into my drawers and wardrobe my clothes go,
As neath and tidy as i possibly can.
Trinkets on shelves and hidden in places only i know,
And find photos of sunny places and me with a tan.

I start to tackle boxes of folders and books,
Amazed at some of the things i find inside.
My mam arrives, looks around and gives me dirty looks,
And starts to drag things from boxes where claires things hide.

In fits of anger and fustration i throw
out old memories too hurtful to forget,
Displayed in stilled images, in faces i know,
Faces of people i sometimes wish i'd never met.

Under my bed i go and investigate.
Been about a year since i last had a glance.
I drag out things I kept and forgot i hate,
The horder in be blushes at the chance.

How half the things i find managed to remain
so long with out seeing darkness of the bin!
So dumped they get, and so i dump the pain
Of bad memories of friends and life and sin.

Tired and sweaty, a head full of dust,
I stroll down the stairs for a cup of tea.
Bags of rubbish and memories that i must
throw away, thankfully praying shall i never again see.

Goodbye old meterial memories i horded throughout life,
I hope some of my mind will also be free of strife.

\nismh Anne King 13/07/2007

[Niamh]

humm...its either the title isnt appealing or people dont like the content....

[ampoule]

humm...its either the title isnt appealing or people dont like the content....

I enjoyed the poem, especially the rhyme and even though it rhymes, it seems like you are just talking yourself into paying attention to a ponderous task. Whether cleaning our closets, our hearts or our souls, it can leave us weary, ready for a cup of thoughtfulness tea.

[Pendragon]

No, I just hadn't go around to it as of yet! You take a day that is as you say "dull" and manage to keep the reader's attention all the way to the last couplet. Now there's a recipe for a good poem in anybody's book!

Pen

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[motherhubbard]

I thought that was so nice. I didn’t even notice the rhyme I was so caught up in the content. I am so familiar with the act and the different feelings that go along with it. I’ll have to get my daughter on here to read this one.

[Niamh]

Thanks you lot. I was beginning to think i'd finally written a poem that was really really bad.:sick: Although i cant think of anything worse than writing a poem about cleaning ones bedroom!