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.