Dishwasher

for dVerse

 

Hot water, soapsuds

Cups and plates and bowls

Wrinkled hands and scrubber

But I rebel

At forks and knives and spoons

It’s modern times

Let the dishwasher take them all

But send me half across the globe

Without my dishwasher

Hands do well enough

Even on forks and knives and spoons

The Battle

for dVerse

The bright yolk of the summer sun

Crackles on the frying pan sky

While all the time planning arson

Plotting out the perfect skin fry

Pouring down boiled condiments

Sticky sweat in ample supply

Enough to melt the elements

In every realm it occupies

Yet there are frosty defendants

Offering escape through one door

Where winter has its encampments

With gelid flavors kept in store

Chilled popsicles will save the day

Cold hearts will keep the heat at bay

Gelid - extremely cold

The Kitchen Band

for dVerse

Jingle-clang-jangle!
Old bottles, forks, and spoons on a string
Smiles when the kitchen band assembles

Seen through the mind's telescope
Framed by the window forever
Though the clock whisked the children away

And it's just wind chimes playing for the breeze