Head down, bent over.
Hands rake it, gather it together.
Up it goes.
Time for business.
Each bounce is a new reminder of to-dos on the list.
Each sway is another check on done.
Pull it, not so snug, an inch away.
Little parts linger and stray.
Not so busy, little boxes checked.
Daring to be free, down fingers glide.
And loosely it hangs.
Work’s crease is left from the day.
Tug on the ends and off it springs.
Free at last.
Daring to be
No longer
The Day’s Say.
Lovely poem ! 🙂
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Thank you!
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Your poem was like being led on a journey of sorts. Very fun!
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I’m glad you liked it! It seems that everyone has interpreted it into something all their own, which is exactly why I enjoy poetry so much.
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I enjoyed reading your interesting poem. I especially liked the lines linking bouncing and swaying to the to do tasks and checking them off in their done boxes. It makes the idea of chores and work and family tasks feel so rhythmic and organic.
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And it truly is, isn’t it? I found the swaying and bouncing to be part of the womanly fierceness inside myself. Strutting, owning the world, and making things happen. 🙂
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This is a great poem! I love it! My favorite: “Up it goes. Time for business.”
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Thank you!!! Can you guess? It totally reminds me of you!
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I’m pretty sure your hair NEVER has a crease!
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YES!!!! YOU GET IT AND I LOVE YOU!
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🤗
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