Cleaning makes me

Cleaning makes me hungry
Cleaning gives me clarity
Sweeping makes me hungry
as I sweep away old thoughts
Dusting makes me hungry
as I drift of to lavender fields
and jasmine scented evenings
Wiping makes me hungry
as I cleanse old stains, leaving
behind the scent of bleach
Mopping makes me hungry
as dirt clears, as thoughts
clear, as day dreams burst into
life,
Cleaning makes me hungry.
On clear sides with clean plates,
a clean knife and a clean floor,
I make a banana sandwich to
sate my hunger…
Cleaning leaves me exhausted
The sandwich goes uneaten.

Karen Hayward ©2018
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blossom666

Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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