Cleaning, straightening, bathing, feeding
The circumscription on her life’s coin
The boundaries on her liberation
Day in and day out, repetitive, mundane, never ceasing
“Freedom!” her slogan in her quest for emancipation
From those claustrophobic responsibilities
She should be warned though not to discount life’s stochastic potential
Its ancient proclivity for topsy-turveying your existence
There is no acronym of self-help to save you from that action
Only the regretful longings for your remember when...
When car pool, laundry, dishes, sweeping, cleaning,
Straightening, bathing, feeding
Were the most desolating dilemmas of life
Word Beads is a weekly writing meme. The challenge is to string the week's five chosen "words below with other words of your choosing to fashion a sentence, several sentences, a paragraph, several paragraphs, a poem, or even a short story." The word sets are generated automatically by a Perl script which draws words at random from a list of approximately 9,000 English words.
There was no way my brain was up to the task of grafting these words onto the previous two weeks' story. This piece seems pretty depressing. Don't worry, I'm not about to get all Sylvia Plath on you all. These words drove themselves to this destination!
This week's words were: