Come all,
and let me tell you a fantastic tale,
of a treasure unimaginable.
A tale of a subject most perfect,
around an item most ordinary.
It drapes over the oven rack.
Fibers white and black,
a pattern most mundane.
The humble dishcloth works hardest of all.
A loyal workhorse,
receiving not the praise nor songs it deserves.
As if it were imbued with you.
Unwaveringly, it hangs there day after day,
steadfast, night after night,
just the way you like it.
After it cleans every spill,
of pasta sauce
and red wine,
which dot the countertop after we stumble,
dancing under the kitchen lights,
as if they’re the stars over Paris.
After you clean the dishes
you told me to do earlier,
with a coy smile on your face.
When I’m home,
and the dishcloth soldiers through,
cleaning every clumsy mess of mine.
I place it on the counter,
just for a second.
And I contemplate it,
fibers white and black,
a pattern most mundane,
so ordinary a thing.
And I fold it over the oven rack,
just the way you like it,
and I think of us,
and how fortunate I am to cherish someone so
Exceptionally Extraordinary.
About the Creator
Matthew J. Fromm
Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of arcane knowledge.
Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).
I can be reached at [email protected]
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Wonderful poem. Excellent PoV.
I wonder how you people create out if nothing Really love it
artful and pragmatic=win
A wonderful tribute to a mundane item
A love story! perfect.
Once again... Excellent work!!!
Beautiful :)
Something so ordinary as the central theme, then transports me into a loving relationship? This is very well done. I too find my poetry coming from the most ordinary of sources.
lol.. I can’t help but echo Jaxxy’s sentiment! This was such a clever subject…. Because when I think about it? It’s The most used thing in my kitchen… I don’t think I enter the kitchen without us touching 🙈
Oh my goodness this was adorable. What the fuck 😩 how did you do this with a towel!
so lovely
Lovely the way you've turned it on its head here.
Superbly written!!! Loving it!!!❤️❤️💕
The perfect poem so incredibly written to honor the very underrated dish cloth. After reading this I will now see my dish cloth in a new light. I subscribed, left insights, and hearted. Great job!!!
Very good entry for the challenge. You bring it out for the cherished friend it is. "After it cleans every spill, of pasta sauce and red wine, which dot the countertop after we stumble, dancing under the kitchen lights, as if they’re the stars over Paris." Fine work!
This is so great. I love the way you weave the relationship into the appreciation for the dish cloth. Very well done!
Those effers do deserve some glory. Great ode to the hardest working in the kitchen Matthew. 😊. Very clever.
Wonderful job.
Very nicely redirected. Great entry!
Lovely ode, Matthew. As a pastry chef, people ask me all the time what my favorite tool is - and I'd have to say it's my dishrag! Multipurpose and hardworking.