Spoken Word Poetry

Don’t Wash My Dishes

A Meditation

Susan Brearley
Apr 13, 2019 · 1 min read
Photo by Catt Liu on Unsplash

It’s my meditation

my mental salvation

my soul’s libation.

I stand at this window

hands immersed in suds,

and scrubbing the chunks,

the slime, the grime, til there’s no line or twine,

only shine.

And all the time…

Toe to toe with the oaks,

the birds, the porcupines

I’m disinclined to release

this sublime

moment to another.

Unless, it’s also your meditation time.

There is something magical about rhyming poetry.

Susan Brearley

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Boss of Things, Leader of Humans. And cats. Alpha of Dogs. Chief Elf Officer of Elf Works Lane, For Human Rights in Business since 2009. Autodidact Ninja.

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