Friday, July 18, 2014

Candlesticks

My silver is turning
Gold
It's starting to look
Old
And so I take out
The silver polish
So I can make
My candlesticks
Gleam
Shine
Sparkle.
I put on my gloves
Start scrubbing
Rubbing
Elbow grease
Eyebrows crease
In concentration
Determination
To get these candlesticks
To shine.
 
Isn't it interesting
I think
That I have to
Dirty
These candlesticks
In order to get them
To shine?
Can't I just use 
A little soap
In the hope
That they'll get
Clean?
The polish
With the sponge
And my rubbing
And scrubbing
Turn these gold looking
Sticks
Into a beauty
A silver
A color so clean
That it gleams
From all the pressure
From all the dirt
From all the suds
That are part of
This process.
 
I process
This
And I know
That it is all the dirt
All the work
All the pressure
The pain
The hardships
The scrubbing
And rubbing
The tough cleaning
Called Life
That make
My soul
My essence
The person
I will one day
Become
Shine
Gleam
Become clean.
 
I will endure
I will persevere
I will stay strong
So I can
Become stronger
Better
And shine
Brighter
Just like
My candlesticks.

4 comments:

  1. This is so beautiful. You really should get your poems published! :)

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    1. Thank you! I'll try...and I'll keep trying :)

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  2. ELISHEVA:) RABINOWITZJuly 20, 2014 at 3:57 PM

    devoiry ur unreal I love ur stuff !!!!!!!!!!! you take every little thing and turn it in to an inspiration!!!!!!!!!!!!! I look up to u like CRAZY!!!

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    1. Aww, thank you Elisheva :-) Stay inspired!

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