Concerto of the LaundromatA Poem by B.L.NorthLittle random piece while at the laundromatSlipping on scuffed lime green headphones Heavy beats take over in an impromptu soundtrack. Spiraling dryers, clothes a cacophony of colors, Each load tells a story I will never know. Heavy beats take over in an impromptu symphony. Strangers heap belongings into dingy washers, All the while spiraling dryers create looming a Picasso, a cacophony of color. An unexpected piece of poetry in the routine Strangers heap belongings into dingy washers. A boy jumps about, a ragged towel now a cape. An unexpected piece of poetry in the routine Played out on a faded linoleum, littered and stained. A boy jumps about, ragged towel still a cape People converse, my own music writing their lines, Played out on a faded linoleum, littered and stained. Drudgery of laundry day plain on their faces. People converse, my own music writing their lines Each load tells a story I will never know. The drudgery of laundry day clear on their faces, As heavy beats take over in an impromptu symphony © 2014 B.L.North |
StatsAuthorB.L.NorthSeattle, WAAboutI am a soccer coach and law student by day and a writer by night toiling away on my first novel. more..Writing
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