Sunday, May 29, 2016

Poetry: Clear

A new house is full of dust
The time it laid in wait
Had an effect

The windows are covered
In tarp
Some shade of blue
Unveiling their glass
Reveals a fingerprint or two

Get out your mops
Grab all the brooms
Turn on the vacuum
Use those feather-dusters
Make sure your rags are moist
Open all the windows
Turn on all the fans

Time and effort
Cleansing the structure
Realizing what is contained
Starting off strong

Moving in is quite hectic
A long time later
Everything settles in
The price of moving?
Cleaning once again

As time goes forth,
Little tasks keep dust away
Staying busy now
Keeps trouble for another day

Look out the window
Remember when it first was revealed?
Dusty and dull
Nothing special or shiny
Recall the sites it has shown you
The memories that have passed away
Varying shades of filth
Hiding truth away

Now here I stand
With rags and a mop
Touching the glass once again
A small, simple task
Menial and short
Changes the reality so much
Look through
Why go to all of this effort for an immaculate house?
It suddenly all makes sense
It suddenly is clear

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