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Enotneicna
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since 1999-06-06

Posts 340
Oakland, Or, USA

0 posted 1999-08-02 10:13 PM

Here I sit contentedly writing,
When it's the house I should be cleaning.
The laundry and dishes all need washing,
And then there's dinner I should be cooking..

But I'm drawn to fill this void,
With a phrase or maybe a woid.
A part of me just can't resist,
The images and passions all insist.

I've forsaken my vaccuum and my broom,
Refused to clean my livingroom.
Turned in my featherduster and mop,
To pen these feelings inside pent up.

That I might a literary piece compose
Of poetry or of prose.
To retain the span of your attention,
For the length of this, my composition.

To write of love, won or lost,
For whatever chosen cost.
Is a much more agreeable release,
Than to scrub a pan of baked on grease.

To spin a yarn or tell a tale,
Of dragon's song or faery vaille.
Appeals more to all my external senses,
Than a fresh coat of whitewash applied to fences.

And I would much rather try to explain,
The reasons for the falling rain.
Than to rub and scrub and finally scower
The wall enclosing my bathroom shower.

If I search my soul and then express,
My belief in a magical enchantress.
Perhaps she'll find a way to magic,
My house from this absolute mess so tragic.

Or maybe she has a spell to spare,
To keep the dust from everywhere.
Then I could contentedly spend my time,
Composing and writing my verse and rhyme.

Sharon Lee Rotondi
(Enotneicna)

[This message has been edited by Enotneicna (edited 08-02-99).]

Balladeer

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Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-05

Posts 25505
Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA

1 posted 1999-08-02 10:42 PM

So how about Kitchen Ditty?

Poet deVine

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Member Seraphic

since 1999-05-26

Posts 22612
Hurricane Alley

2 posted 1999-08-02 11:31 PM

You mean we're supposed to CLEAN too? I thought when we became poets someone was supposed to come to our door and take care of all that everyday mundane stuff......oh....I guess that explains why I can't see out my windows!

Good poem.....title it 'Too Tired to Take out the Trash'.....

Crystal
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since 1999-07-24

Posts 62
Hazel Park Mi U.S.A.

3 posted 1999-08-02 11:40 PM

I think a lot of us find ourselves in the same situation. Don't we all wish we had a magic cleaning wand?

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elvira
Senior Member

since 1999-07-06

Posts 936
California

4 posted 1999-08-02 11:53 PM

"procrastination" would be a good title, i am very good at that as well

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one night at the airport...Childhood Memories...your countenance...eight short weeks...My One and Only...Music to my Ears...hoarse whispers...just watching tv...Feel the need?...serving wench...Tribute to M.J....take a guess...sink or swim...
stolen hours...the mistress...Perfection...a little girl...Mr. Jones...insomnia...devotion...07-20-69...craving...Master...chat?
...apart...plain...vice...shameless self promotion

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Princess Lily
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since 1999-07-13

Posts 149
USA

5 posted 1999-08-03 12:42 PM

How 'bout "Cleaning Void" hehe
Great poem

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We see only what we want to see~unless perhaps~we believe

*A rose is a rose it withers and dies...so long as you keep it the memories stay alive*

Nan

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Member Seraphic

since 1999-05-20

Posts 21191
Cape Cod Massachusetts USA

6 posted 1999-08-03 09:03 AM

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