Sticky dishes
towering over. Stern
glances freeze time.
Lost track of clocks
Hurried response. Fill the
washer minutes pass with words
of anger. Sorrow in a passing shadow.
Ticks go by til silence
sweeps into the frozen
moment. "Sorry" is not enough
to go back to when bowls
were shining.
I like this poem! You capture the tension. I like the phrases "lost track of clocks" and "silence sweeps into the frozen moment". Your last sentence is a good ending.
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