Part 2: The Chores of lifeA Poem by Steph KThe magic of laundry =)I created a world Where I could escape The dreams of fear Over there. Missing here. I watched the clock Dry ticks of time Mind rocks, fatigue, voices talk All it is: a silent mime. I opened the closet No magical land Narnia lost. Just movies, sets. (Really decade-old mats) Eternal time, time and sand Sieved through a net That held your dreams Don’t forget The seamless streams Of uniforms, ties and all Rumbling in a loud, loud groan The imagery of machinery The scream, the beep the final groan Look now, laundry’s done, rips sewn. Folded clothes, cleaned and steamed And the iron hot, fresh and used (Or so it seemed). Just iron board, boredom rowed Tireless chores, WHAT? Some more. © 2011 Steph KAuthor's Note
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