Day 21: My 30 Day Poetry Journey

Day 21- I would imagine myself doing any household task/chore, then write a poem about it.

Frowning at the dishes I thought

Would I ever get a dishwasher?

Perhaps my hand will stop turning red

At the touch of every washing soap

Or maybe plates will begin to exist

That could simply clean themselves

But as for now , as of today

I still have to do those dirty dishes

And hope that someone will turn wise tomorrow.

P.S I must admit that this poem is really tacky , but I am a bit tired and sick today. I just had to do something. It hardly sounds like a poem even, just some random ramblings pretending to be a poem.