A God at the Wash Bowl

AuburnScribbler

Dirty plates gather, by the side of the sink,

for some, it would be nightmarish,

tackling this paltry pile, but I think,

it’s therapy, to clean up a dish,

thus, at the dive I’ll go, give unto me clarity,

it’s called Fairy Liquid,

let the porcelain shine, in benign beauty,

thought the task may be insipid.

 

As I start washing the glasses, my mind veers off,

to meditate, about the world,

and it’s impurities, that itself, and us, do bluff,

so, I continue, being so bold.

 

If only the stains upon these cups, were a real hitch,

such as, the lack of water,

to those that live, in hot places, where a dried up ditch,

is the cause of their slaughter,

hence, after the last glass gleams, let all the world drink,

making a toast in harmony,

where you’ll hear the sound, of the long lost; go clink,

a soundtrack of comradery.

 

I move onto the cutlery next, of which, I do take care,

for they are very sharp,

in my reflection, they symbolise war, too many scares,

that I wish, could stop,

to those who misread the scriptures, to those greedy suits,

I’m armed with my scour,

to wipe away your misplaced murders, and your fake salutes,

making a new finest hour.

 

The plates are finally here, to soak in the bath I’ve made,

they’re so covered in grime,

in my scrubbing, I try to count, the times; man has shamed,

comprising many crimes,

sides are made, prolonged by division and dissatisfaction,

it’s a case of pick and choose,

the elected can, but you cannot, an explosive reaction,

where the winners, always lose,

thus in this moment, as I wash, these pigments I imagine,

to be their apologies,

the soiled water; goes down the drain, watch it happen,

the birth of needed ease.

 

My time at the sink is over now, things do look a lot tidier,

but, I feel some sorrow,

the monsters mentioned, still exist, thus I recall my idea:

if only the world, was like a wash bowl!  

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 10th, 2022 11:43
  • Comment from author about the poem: Most of the time, after a meal is done at home, I look forward to washing up, as it relaxes me, and the standards that I have in the kitchen, I know that they're going to be cleaned properly. But, as I do the dishes, my mind wonders; to think, if only the world's/people's problems, can just as easily be wiped away too, thus I think, why can't the world, be like a wash bowl. I hope that enjoy the poem, happy cleaning, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 33
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  • Rocky Lagou

    Wow. This was clever. This happens to me all the time, I could be doing any normal domestic chore and then I'm like, "yo, this can become something really symbolic" I'm so glad you brought your idea into fruition. Good job! ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read Rocky, I'm glad that you enjoyed the poem, and I'm also glad that you are fellow wanderer when doing mundane tasks.

      I hope that all is well!

    • dusk arising

      If only indeed. Your poetry today is so revealing of your caring character and carefully constructed too. Can I bring round some dishes and sip a cuppa whilst you and Fairy put the world to rights. I bet Maggie Thatcher wasn't a 'washer-upper'.

      • AuburnScribbler

        Thanks for the read dusk arising, and for your very kind comment, I try my best to be a helping hand where and whenever possible, as I'm sure you do.

        We've got to all pull together to help make a better tomorrow, and I think you're right about Thatcher, the only thing she "cleaned out" were the financial opportunities of some miners.

        Thanks again, and I hope that all is well!

      • Draven

        Clever and interesting concept!

        • AuburnScribbler

          Thanks for the read Draven, and I'm glad that you enjoyed the concept.

          I hope that all is well!

        • Rozina

          This is so enjoyable to read. No fun at all if a dish washer machine was used! I like washing up too and daydream as I do it. Thank you for this.

          • AuburnScribbler

            Thanks for the read Rozina, and I'm glad that you subscribe to the idea of the good old fashioned hand wash, rather than relying on a machine that could crash.

            I hope that all is well!

          • Goldfinch60

            Clever thoughts Ben and that last line is so meaningful.

            Andy

            • AuburnScribbler

              Thanks for the read Andy, and I'm glad that you've resonated with the poem.

              I hope that all is well!

            • Caring dove

              Really like how you have expressed your thoughts in this ! ๐Ÿ™‚ and why canโ€™t it be .. why canโ€™t peoples problems be washed away more of the time

              Great poem

              • AuburnScribbler

                Thanks for the read yellowrose, and I'm glad that you agree with the idea; of how easy things could be, if they could be sorted out like this.

                I hope that all is well!

              • Garth Rakumakoe

                Highly expressive metaphor. Bringing to life the invisible poetry right before us. This is a centrepiece of note. Definitely a fave!

                • AuburnScribbler

                  Thanks for the read and for favouriting this poem Garth, it's very much appreciated.

                  I'm glad that you've enjoyed the poem, and that you have related to it on a high level.

                  Thanks again for your kind words, and I hope that all is well!



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