Vacuuming
With every pull toward your body
you expect obedience.
Expect each tiny micron of dirt
to be sucked up and away –
captured. Tied
neatly in a disposable bag
then tossed out with the rubbish.
Controlled. Dealt with, put out.
Never mind – away – forget.
Look at the attention you give stairs?
Suck one way – consistently,
pulling reticent fluff – not letting
it roll out of reach. I always
give you that same
attention to detail – insist on
being thorough – maximum
pleasure. A consistent suck.
How do I become like stairs?
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003
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I like your use of metaphor in this poem!
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Thanks reading and commenting, Liz. All the best for the Festive Season to you and yours.
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