Cleaning Up
13 July, 2004
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
I open up the door
to clean out what's inside
There's really nasty stuff in there
Stuff that shouldn't hide
Things that should have long ago
been cast out to waste
Instead of pushed aside
while caught up in busy haste
I'm not even sure
why I let this dwell
Deep inside the darkness
I must try now to expel
To get past the stench
of what was left to rot
I have to face the truth
of what was long forgot
Taking a deep breath
I will try to cross this bridge
Now opening up the door
To clean out the darn fridge
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| LinzAy (68.50.131.27) -- Tuesday, July 13 2004, 07:45 am lol.....man i was so reading a whole metaphorical thing going on there.....then a fridge. Good one! |
| Meridian (152.163.253.8) -- Tuesday, July 13 2004, 08:11 am Hahha....I know what you mean... Soon as I go out to dump the garbage, flies can't wait to get some 'old grub'....lol! That mess have your whole house, reeking.... My sinuses can't handle such funk... Great post! Take care! Smiles, Meridian |
| barb (209.112.22.198) -- Tuesday, July 13 2004, 01:28 pm good reality check dreamer. yea the fridge is a scarry thing. We never know whatlurks in there. lol :))) |
| Dreamer (4.227.47.140) -- Tuesday, July 13 2004, 01:37 pm LinzAy: That was just the desired effect I was going for. Meridian & Barb: I think mashed potatoes are the worst. ¦Þ |
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