Painted Peeptoes

Painted Peeptoes short poem

Painted peeptoes look up to me
winking through their narrow slits,
see me flit and traipse around
towards my errands that I must run.
Cut and peel and cook and clean
scrub and wash squeaky clean,
mirrors and glasses polished bright
through sweat and grime they see me blink.
As masks and packs on my weathered face
lend their way to a pretty pink,
luscious lips in a coquettish pout
I am this and more and all about.
They see me read and dwell and chew
on matters of state and lists to do,
poems of love and lust that flow
in squiggly inks with metalled darts.
They see me laugh and see me sing
in notes and tunes to a different pitch,
see me wander here and there
and see my tears that gently stream.
My painted peeptoes say no more
as they see me sleep in a sonorous slumber
to rest and  rust and never to wake !

Notes : On my toes , the whole day… phew ….

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Jayshree Murali

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A volunteer mentor in a Beyond School Learning Program at the not for profits VIDYA ( www.vidya-india.org) I love working with children and youth. the inclusive and diverse platform that is VIDYA , has been the perfect foil for creative expressions to emerge as we seek to collaborate a holistic learning intervention by providing a joyful learning environment. Who am I ? existential question... exploring through journeys of life.. a seeker's quest finds expression in many forms and poetry is the language of the " Now " that is influenced by the dreams dreamt and the dreams that lie ahead.. a celebration of what is here !
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Interesting narration of the rote of everyday chores through Transference of observation to Painted Peeptoes, Commendable job @Jayshree_Murali!

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