Fraiku: Washing Dishes

Warm water falls
to a pool of suds. Finally—
something I control

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
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18 Responses to Fraiku: Washing Dishes

  1. Violet Lentz's avatar Violet Lentz says:

    Sometimes you just gotta be happy for the simple things.

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  2. This makes washing dishes sound pleasant.

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  3. thelongview's avatar thelongview says:

    A simple and comforting poem!

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  4. I enjoy washing dishes but I had never considered part of it was that it was something I could control. Much needed now!

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  5. Washing dishes busies your hands, but liberates your mind, unless you are referring to cleaning the new air fryer. 😂

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  6. Susi Bocks's avatar Susi Bocks says:

    And keep your mind occupied! I’ve found myself paying more attention to the mundane household chores to “alleviate” some of the stress of this last week.

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  7. Ali Grimshaw's avatar Ali Grimshaw says:

    Oh, this made me laugh. Our desire to control is strong.

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  8. Dan's avatar Dan says:

    On good days my cleaning job makes me feel like this.

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