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    dots Submission Name: The Carerdots

    Author: Wolfwatching
    ASL Info:    28/Male/Ireland
    Elite Ratio:    7.48 - 99/144/129
    Words: 174
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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    dotsThe Carerdots

    And I have taken aspects, within and without
    Moving about the mythologies of the living room
    Saucers stacked high, in their right place
    Carry through the threshold a cursed ambrosia
    The microwaved rice, and tea-bag water
    Washed cutlery, and finery of my ship of fools

    For in our water-tight resting place,
    The news comes in a dirty glass,
    Every day the same, alive at nine,
    And artificially restored scenes
    Are coming to life at 91,
    So transformed form the mind
    They find themselves again looking like real people
    While we just pass the time
    The knob of cord,
    Has fallen off the sitting room blind,
    But the light comes into a dark room
    Just the same
    Every morning the same,

    And I have taken aspects,
    Of this sergeants house,
    This place to hide,
    When the pendulum swings in the hall at night,
    And the dishes sit in the sink
    I think I hear a whistling,
    The sound of ghosts at work,
    Rummaging out their villanelle

    Submitted on 2021-11-13 14:05:45     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      i like how you confront with the mundane, the domestic, with the infinite, ageless spirit, ghosts lurking behind the sink. or maybe there is no juxtaposition at all, for would even a soul exist without its manifestation in the mundane, the domestic, the routine?..
    | Posted on 2021-11-18 00:00:00 | by expiring_touch | [ Reply to This ]

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