Doing The Dishes
Poems With Shapes #1
Experiments With Poems And Shapes
(I’ve attached the image of the poem since I didn't want the configuration of the screen to change the diagrammatic representation. Here’s the text version of the same poem for highlighting, etc.)
doing the dishes
why do i hate it so much?
i gave it some thought t’day.
it would be really okay if it were
just all plates, or glasses, pots or pans.
but the different shapes and sizes bug me.
the twisted whisk, the bent peeler, the one too
many parts of the food processor, large pots that
barely fit in my sink, bottles with unreachable corners;
the sieve that has some loose wires that never fail to hurt;
and the fragile glassware that needs to be handled with care;
the one twisted friend who turns and bends as and when he pleases.
that oldie who is now bent over but continues to peel your soul.
the wife with one too many emotions. never in the right place.
those larger than life ones who always make you feel small.
those who never open up truly and avoid any proximity.
and those who with their smallest words cause hurt.
these just make the simple task of living life hard.
but no one said it will be easy, just like dishes.
you have to give it your all, you know, you
gotta travel the twists, turn on the bends,
track down all the parts, somehow…
