Tuesday in the Pub and it's time for Poetics! Dora is hosting ~ and challenges us to use repetition as a rhetorical device in our poems!
She wakes before dawn
shakes the sleep from her bones
lifts the shades with ready hands
four children rise and fall in her orbit
her breath steady, her heart full
[ though her husband drifts on distant tide ]
laundry, lunches, tears to dry
each piece of the day
stitched with invisible thread
all in a day's work
The weight of it settles in her spine
the endless clamor of voices
small hands reaching for as much as she has to give
she once cried into pots simmering on the stove
then wiped her eyes before anyone could see
it was never about being thanked
it was about holding everything together
in the mess of life, in the beauty of it
all in a day's work
Seasons turn to decades
aloneness finally comes
two souls go their separate ways
the children grown, job well done
[ pieces of themselves lost along the way ]
friends now, with a new respect, verging on tenderness
all in a day's work