Thank you, Anni. Maybe I'm a masochist because I do like making things difficult for myself. I considered rhyming each line as well, but that was a bridge too far. Perhaps next time...
The remains of the day,
crumbs left on the plate,
seconds, moments scattered
in the wake of our passing,
the disregarded debris
of time’s constant clamour,
wait in the dish pile
for memory’s washing.
Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 02.09.23
Prompt: The remains of the day.
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