Wednesday 6 March 2013

An ode to then and now

As I write this ode
I try to scrub my mind pure
Of all those thoughts

All those thoughts which stay
No matter how much cleaner
I feel each day

Each day now I'm pleased
That toilets are not central
To my mental health

My mental health which
I take seriously now
And care for each day

Xxxxx

Linked up at real toads for the out of standard challenge.

5 comments:

Isadora Gruye said...

Hiya, Emma. So sorry for delay in commenting. Ironcially, I had a long day at the office. I really appreciate what you have accomplished with this little write out. I enjoyed your words, relating to a job as a cleaner--or eek maybe caregiver/mother--and applied them to the quest to clean and tidy a cluttered mind. Very clever. Thanks so much for posting to the out of standard!!!

Sharp Little Pencil said...

Emma, my first time at your blog, thanks to Real Toads! I can tell you did major cleaning at one time, and yes, that job is horrible.

I love how you took those words and applied them to your emotions, your daily self-care. I have manic depression and the time I take simply breathing, well, it's all healing. GREAT! Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2013/03/06/night-bus-nyc-3ww-real-toads/

Kay L. Davies said...

Oh, yes, if we could scrub our mental health as we once scrubbed floors, sinks, etc.
You've done a lovely job here, though, Emma.
K
(I just realized there are millions of people out there, probably none of them poets, who never think of mental health, their own or anyone else's.)

Peggy said...

Like the others I enjoyed how you applied the cleaning words in this poem. This is a fun prompt.

Susie Clevenger said...

Yes, if we could just scrub our mental health like we can scrub a floor...great job!