by Chris Sorrenti
Cleaning house is a spiritual experience
For not only the walls and furniture get dusted
So too the mind and soul
Bodies cramped up from too much sitting
Become limber with a few passes of the vacuum
And when the soul and mind have opened up
To the fragrance of plug in air freshener
They can shine as if new from the baby factory
Arteries widen to pass fresh blood to the brain
Neurons firing once more as pistons well oiled
With a little meditation who knows what it will bring
In the mind’s eye glimmer of a poet
Perhaps the vanguard of a new generation of children
With trumpets to mouths and hands holding brooms
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Author's Note: Published in the chap book, Maternity Words. Produced by Chris Sorrenti and Dawn Davidson (Ottawa, Canada); October 2009.
Posted on 11/21/2009
Copyright © 2020 Chris Sorrenti
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/21/09 at 08:06 PM|
Good one, Chris. Cleaning is a duplicitous cleansing, Shaw said, "Better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world." Enjoyed this. Thanks.
|Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/21/09 at 09:45 PM|
This poem from your minds eye pleases Chris...CharMin
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/22/09 at 02:58 AM|
Hmmmm Do I detect some "tongue in cheek"? From my vantage point a lot of humor to help deal with the very dull task of house cleaning! (Indeed a good time to meditate and pray. Let the dust fall where it may!)
|Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 11/22/09 at 08:06 AM|
Unfortunately I'm a neurotic, obsessive-compulsive so there never really is any cleaning needing to be done in my home for me to gather any spiritual experiences from, but that's all right because your poem sums it all up perfectly well. It is very good, very good indeed... A superb metaphor. Now if only I could keep my mind as clean as my home. Oh well, there's always laundry days.
|Posted by Rachel Bennett on 11/22/09 at 08:47 PM|
I love the last line! You've got a great sense of light humor going on here, and it fits nicely. Keep it up!
|Posted by Wendy Sparling on 11/23/09 at 06:16 AM|
Nice to read your poetry again, Chris. By the way, I like your new picture ...Chris ala carte?
|Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 11/25/09 at 01:56 AM|
Heehee - both your poem and your new photo tickle me like a feather duster! Love the wryness of this one.... d:-)