Housecleaning Mediation

gray0328

 

Sweeping away dust calms the storm,  

Wiping smudges frees my mind,  

Mopping floors feels like a dance,  

Scrubbing sinks makes thoughts shine.  

 

Vacuum hums a soothing tune,  

Polishing wood brings quiet joy,  

Folding towels feels like a prayer,  

Each sock paired, a peaceful sigh.  

 

Windows clear, so are worries,  

Countertops gleam, so does hope,  

Clutter gone, so is tension,  

Every sweep, a silent grace.

  • Author: gray0328 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 23rd, 2024 09:29
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • MR.apocalypse

    i very much enjoyed this

  • sorenbarrett

    Not only a ritual but a metaphor well written in verse

    • gray0328

      Thanks brother, I lied I really hate housecleaning . 😂

    • Doggerel Dave

      You put me to shame until I read your note above.

      • gray0328

        Thanks Dave, I was trying to get motivated 🤣



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