A simple laundry-day sonnet, to share with friends over at the wonderful dVerse community. Welcome, and enjoy!
A line of laundry baskets snakes around
The living room, as if about to shed
Its skin of cotton blends, in sleek casts found
By herpetologists beneath the bed.
Some days this house is full of mystery,
The mundane rendered beautiful, each small
Activity transformed for eyes that see
But do not judge too rapidly. I call
This attitude a discipline of grace,
Embracing imperfection with a smile
That lets me love the serpents I must face
In every daily task. For all the while
I long for past success, I must confess
There’s much to learn in cleaning up a mess.
5 comments:
what a beautiful form...
i like these words:
"I call
This attitude a discipline of grace,
Embracing imperfection with a smile
That lets me love the serpents I must face
In every daily task"
embracing imperfection with a smile...it is an attitude you know...love the snake imagery in the opening, fine bit of word play there....fun poem...
Why fold? when you could write a sonnet
I call
This attitude a discipline of grace,
Embracing imperfection with a smile
Great attitude, Blogpal! I really enjoyed this poem, thanks.
' The mundane rendered beautiful'
You said it - i echo.
Seen through the poets eye - clarity.
I really like your style and cant wait to read more.
Great write
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