Written for: Sunday Muse #84

When was this kitchen used last?
The sight of it has me aghast.
Look at the orange slime; what’s the cause?
It’s either rust or pasta sauce.
I can’t see the windows, only holes in the wall.
The condition of this kitchen has me appalled.
My advice to you is to tear it apart
or try passing it off as modern art.
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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
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Smiles. I have OCD, so it makes me want to haul out the bucket and cleaning rags. LOL.
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I can’t imagine how you even looked at this!
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Love your take on the photo Sara! Yes this kitchen is a disaster for sure. 🤣
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My skin crawled looking at it. Thanks, Carrie!
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Oh and your title is perfect! 😊
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Thanks, Carrie!
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I think I would leave if I saw a kitchen like this.
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Don’t think I could set foot in it.
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This poem tickled me and then I saw that partially open fridge that looks…a little like it might be in shock…and now I’m imagining this being sung by a horrified kitchen appliance (thanks, Disney) 🙂
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Oh I love your imagination!
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Perhaps it is worn Sara, from bring lived in fully and intensely — driven by love!
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That is a lovely thought!
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Loved this, Sara,
Try passing it off as morn art . . . . so true, it would be top of the pops . . . 🙂
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Thanks, Ed!
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I vote for pizza sauce!! Nicely done Sara.
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Agreed. Thanks, Helen!
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