Chores are Boring

There are things that seem
to get done
but who cares when
I’ve waited
for you to finally come
back to me
never knowing when
that moment will arise.

Blue jays screech
in the background
reminding me to do the laundry
sweep the floors and
wash the breakfast dishes
as I teeter on this precipice
this crazy lit up place
clinging to your essence
I won’t let you go, just yet.

chores can wait
chores are boring
chores will always be there

Finally, the jays have flown off
a distant caw scratches into the breeze
now I feel this day is ours
remember the ease of this
I will.

The dog sleeps next to me
on the chair as I struggle
to peck out every word
every seed, every kernel
of thought, as I gather them
and place this story in my head.

Bit by bit, and sound by sound
I grip my brow and
wonder where you went
as fleeting as the blue jay
your incessant screeching
lingers off…
into the soft powdered haze
of this hot Florida day
alone again and waiting
for your next visit.

The vacuum hisses
and screams
sucking dust
off the floor
as the dog
and whimpers
from his daytime

© [Jeanette Shihadeh] and [], [2012]. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material, artwork, or photo’s without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to [Jeanette Shihadeh] and [] with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.


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