I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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22 April 2014

The Basics

Now that I'm old and widowed
I meet up with my kind,
and all those single ladies
are of a single mind.

All their immaculate houses
quite put mine to shame.
In Domestic Goddessry,
they're at the top of their game.

"I don't want Help," they tell me;
"It gives me something to do."
They wait expectantly,
quite sure I'll say this too.

But I'm a weirdo poet
and live a different life.
I like my house OK
but I am not its wife.

We all get back to basics
our own ways, I suppose.
I should pay more attention
to vacuum and garden hose.

But needing something to do
that badly fills me with horror.
I have poems to write —
the dishes can wait till tomorrow.

April PAD Challenge 2014, day 21: back to basics
(Also back to basics poetically, with the loose ballad-like form)


  1. Too right you do! Great poem Rosemary it made me smile and cheer for you.

  2. haha, the dishes can wait...
    enjoyed the ballad. :)