My world is awash!

Controlled chaos

Turns the world, over and over;

Rumbling machines move, shake.

The world goes spinning

Round and round

Days fall on tomorrow

Minutes go round, revolving

Tumbling on seconds. 

Thoughts on thoughts twist, turning.

The toils of labour vanished;

Awash on rivers that flood

Engulfing, bubbling.

As water rises, masses move, soaked;

A sock showered, floats by.

Colours fall on colours soaking.

Whites on red. Reds on blues. Blues on yellows.

Transfixed,my eyes watching

Around and around,

Revolving, spinning , awash colours.

I see the moon, bright flash by

Smiling , knocking, knocking.

Then time stops. The money drops.

The washing of clothes is done... over

Opening the door, a coin rolls 

On the floor smiling.

Thoughts washed

drowned clean

Hung out to dry;

Pegged, die.

Folded.

Reviews

[alf]

Hi Andrew. This is just so you you!!!!! It's like you are talking about your inner self, where thoughts churn and then suddenly a great white light of clarity hits!! Like a washing machine, like a dryer. The colour of thoughts tumble and rumble until the machine stops!! just love what you can do with such mundanities as washing!!!! brilliant, my friend!!! alf

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks alf . all about that and how you wander off in thought watching a washing machine!:)

[alf]

That's so boring!!! I can believe that!!!!!

[sereenaoutloud]

Great metaphor AM ..cycle of life lol
Yes life can be a multitude of colors, spins and washes !! :))

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you as always LL:)

[Jamestown]

Well penned!
enjoyed the metaphor use, life can definitely feel like a wash,
I just wish I could stay clean, lol! Better keep praying,
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[andrew mitchell]

thank you my man!!