I saw the floor today.
Didn’t look like I had thought.
It kind of appeared magically
when I wiped a sticky spot.
I wiped a little harder,
removed a ketchup stain,
and when linoleum showed through
I stared in sick disdain.
I used to think it stylish,
but now it’s just plain old.
Underneath thirty years of dirt…
yegads…it’s HARVEST GOLD!
Yup, the color of refrigerators,
bathtubs and 70′s sinks,
either my house is a little dated,
Or my decorating taste just stinks.
That’s what I get for cleaning.
You never know what will show through.
Guess I’ll put my mop and rag away,
before one clean spot turns to two.
May 21, 2008 at 4:47 am
Hello GrandmaSheri! I love poetry and creative writing like this! I like how you turn what normally is a mundane chore of cleaning into an opportunity for discovery. Though you may not always find surprises that are desirable to your heart, at least it is a surprise and the effect certainly rubbed off on me.
With your poem in mind, the next time I clean, I’ll definitely be looking with my eyes and heart. Oh how I usually just clean mindlessly and blindly without any awareness. Your method opens up a treasure chest of ideas. Thank you!
-Patrick