Hallelujah Song of Laundry Day

March 07, 2019

Laundry breeds another load of clothes.

I’m wearing the end of the closet

feeling pretty got lost in bad choices.

Oh, but the hospital bed is empty.

My child isn’t needle connected

to another day of hell.

Laundry’s spinning wash to dry.

I’m watching birds sky shopping limbs

to see which tree will hold a nest.

Mundane feels like a vacation.

Routine writes the best songs.

Laundry pile is reaching empty.

Oh, the phone call doesn’t bring agony.

My daughter is storytelling about her dog.

I’m just singing about folded laundry.

©Susie Clevenger 2019

Real Toads ~ Avant Gardner

Comments

Sherry Blue Sky said…

Yes, with the hospital bed empty, joy is doing the laundry, for sure. I love the birds sky shopping tree branches. I can feel the joy in this poem, the singing heart.

March 7, 2019 at 6:27 PM

Isadora Gruye said…

Yassssssss....love title and vibe of this one!

March 7, 2019 at 8:51 PM

Jim said…

Fun reading, Susie, the unexpected will co.e next. My laundry dry e periences mostly are unmemorable. The one I remember best is riding to Grandma's with Mom and playing there while she washed. One in particular was harrinle, Dad got ferocious with me for telling Grandma something he was keeping secret. I didn't know it was supposed to be a secret.
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March 8, 2019 at 12:13 AM

Kim M. Russell said…

This poem is just fabulous, Susie! I especially love the ‘birds sky shopping limbs
to see which tree will hold a nest’ and the final stanza of joy that’s so ordinary it’s extraordinary!

March 8, 2019 at 1:38 AM

Marian said…

I'm so glad the hospital bed is empty!!
Love this poem too, Susie... routine does write the best poems... laundry inspires. Totally!
Love it.

March 8, 2019 at 5:28 AM

Samyuktha Semi Jayaprakash said…

Mundane feels like a vacation

Yes! I'm happy you are out of your agony

March 8, 2019 at 11:42 AM

Old Egg said…

I can just see my wife in the laundry looking out the window as the washer rumbles away thinking "Is this what life is?" I think she was quite glad when I helped to hang it out (with minor criticism) and bringing it in later. Excellent poem!

March 8, 2019 at 4:50 PM