Wash, Dry, Fold

Chores.......ugh!.......

Watching the colors go round and round.
The bright yellow towels making a halo
in the dryer window.  Time trudging slowly.

Facing west, watching the sun set.
Washers and dryers humming in my ears.
Always feeling awkward sitting here alone.

Waiting for the buzzers to split the loud silence,
So I can finish my laundry.  Folding.  Hanging.  Packing,
And getting the heck outta Dodge!

I hate doing laundry.

Oct 14, 2010

Reviews

[Christina May Shanaberg]

I could see your poem and, unfortunately, I have seen your poem. I liked it!

My best laundry times were in the Mohican River in Ohio, while camping all summer. I got a rope, sat on a chair, and took sudsy clothes from a bucket and tied them on. I'd fill the bucket with river water and and set it on the chair; while I took a swim, the clothes took a spin.

Your poem gave me a smile and brought back memories of laundry days.

[FJ Davis]

Are you one of those "laundromat women" who removes her clothes every time the light goes out?
The problem with "chores" is that they're never done. This bleak prospect fosters a rather hellish situation; one which often feels like punishment. What terrible, unremembered sin could one have committed to merit such malignant boredom?
I hate doing laundry, too, Judy--that's why I just throw dirty clothes out and buy new ones.
Your poem, while meant to be amusing, may spark a popular revolt against all drudgery. And I would join that revolt--if it weren't too much of a chore.

[emmajoy]

Ohhhhh how I agree with you .. &*%%&* - ing is the one and only swearword I use (well, almost!)

In spite of the jokey theme you've created some wonderful phrases, ' The bright yellow towels making a halo, in the dryer window ' - that's so right!

Will return to read more of your poetry, it makes me smile in the very best way .. thank you.

(thanks for your much appreciated review)