Laundry Day

FOUND 'ER!!

He found her.

His smile was filled with understanding.

A beautiful white toothed smile.

Understood.

She was just hiding...

     behind the box...

         the one the new washing machine came in.

So much hustle.

Too much bustle.

Retreat

to something resembling 

  Normal

  Safe

Hidden under the warmth of freshly laundered denim.

Ollie Ollie Oxen Free-eeeee!

Reviews

[terry smith]

...I used to hide in the hamper...lol..nice snapshot of childhood!!

[An owl on the moon]

There is such a freedom here.. the purest of joys that lift off those boxes of burdens we so often carry with us when we feel too old for hide and seek... Keep us young, dear poet... always...

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

A flyby from one of my first friends here. Thank you as always for the visit and kind thoughts.

[An owl on the moon]

You are such a precious friend and wondrous poet... so glad you're here!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The fresh smell of laundry and the warmth when first out of the dryer can be very comforting... a cute lighthearted read.

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

A most humble thanks is left here

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

My pleasure.

[Pax]

actually i have read this a couple of time before... and wonder why didn't i leave a review...:) maybe im hiding myself invisible :D... clever write here.. and entertaining as well!

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

Thanks as always for the drop in yourself. These days when I want to hide I usually bury myself in a book. But way back, I was known to be found tucked in deep amidst freshly laundered and line dried sheets awaiting the iron in my grandmother's kitchen. Safest place in my tiny world.

[Sami Khalil]

Come out , come out wherever you are . You are trying to continue or hide behind the laundry boxes which can be your safe zone and something of interest flickers but you are too afraid to leave that zone for fear of hurt or change . A powerful , beautiful poem that has a lot on routines of our daily lives...:)

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

To the one who reads between the lines so well. I was hiding behind the face of the child. In the spirit of hide and go seek: "tag! I'm it"

[Sami Khalil]

I understand . It is funny and amusing . That was just my interpretation but appreciate your child like playfullness. You put a great spin on a wonderful poem...:)

[Mauricio Montoya]

Talk about short stories will there be more good start.

[lee von cleef]

I have hollered that,in the twilight,time to come in ,stop making out,"Mousing" (What 102 year old Mr. Murphy called it)When we were supposed to be playing Kick
the can,they were taking advantage of time alone....I did not know how to spell it,But sure, now that i am grey,know the feel of denim,faded blue,true normal safe.A cloth ,pearl snap freedom, a thousand pounds of hairy muscle looping across the mesa.Free ...

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

A rough and tumble masculine perspective. Perfect foil to this piece. Thank you LvC

[J]

ya know, even still and now, i [try to] save every stinkin box that crosses my path [it was really bad when i was working]. have never come across another w/this affliction, and mind you, it is a physical pain to throw out a sturdy, well made b.o.x. i used to hold to the belief it was a matter of 'just in case' ... but now that you've offered a most appealing alternative, i'm going to sashay over to yer side of the street. know this. if it were your birthday and i mailed you a present that was a box [compact and beautifully intricate], you would never question my feelings for you. it very well could be the comfort of clean bluejeans softly smelling of sunshine and security.

oh so nice in its brevity and gentle solace.

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

Thank you for such pretty thinkin' on this one. Never will nor have questioned your feelings for me. Always tucked away in a secret sweet spot in the heart in a petty box with a beautiful gold ribbon. Same place I keep mine. Thank you Desert Woman.

[J]

smiles ... x

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Sometimes we forget how easy it is to upset their little worlds. How they long for the safety of something even mildly familiar. We forget how scarey "new" can be.

[emmajoy]

I LOVE THIS! Our dad used to say he could save a load of money by just giving us boxes instead of the thingies that went in them. Then when we shouted and laughed and said he couldn't be so mean, he and little mum would laugh then point at the carts or houses or dollies' beds and stuff we'd created. One year there was even a sort of Houses of Parliament. We loved boxes, specially the thick cardboard ones that had to be hacked at very carefully!

Oh yes, you wrote a piece of poetry, didn't you - knew i was here for a reason! Dear luverly friend from over the ocean, you've opened memory boxes galore for your adoring reviewers.. many thank yous. ' Hidden under the warmth of freshly laundered denim ..' read sheets perfumed with a wee lavender sachet!

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

Oh Emma. What a beautiful commentary. I threw down so few words and from them, as always, you wring out every drop of meaning. I am so grateful when you stop by my page. Smiles and sighs and a head bowed for friendship sake.

[emmajoy]

Just read your poem again, it touches the past so beautifully, back to being an entire family yet again, so many laughs and happy happies. Sending you a hugful of thanks!