Getting Clean

[Delta40]

Sitting on the laundry stoop
I contemplate my loads.

Whites, colours, heavies.

The noxious fumes
from another tightly rolled
virginan goes up in smoke.

I watch the rain fall
across a yard of unkempt grass.

Light, medium, heavy.

I wonder where the scent
of my lemony domestic
life fled to

[Grit]

This is sad.

The monotony of domesticism. I feel your suburban boredom, though I feel there's something more beneath the surface.

The laundry details are quite apt.

Emotionally effecting.

[AuntShecky]

Once again, you need no coaching nor criticism from the likes o' me.

This one, like that of the offerings from some of your fellow-LitNutters, shows what you can do with ordinary items and activity,making the familiar unfamiliar.

By "virginian" I take it you mean a cylinder nicotine-delivery system from Nicotania leaves grown in the American southeast and not an escaped arsonist from Norfolk.

To the list of life's certainties, we can add two more, dirty dishes and soiled laundry, though for unknown reasson assigned to the lot of only one gender.

[Delta40]

lol. I'm not happy with this poem. My poetry has gone south for some reason and I don't seem to care enough to write in any powerful way. I've joined a writers group to get back into short stories but as far as poetry goes, they're old school and think everything must rhyme so there is no point in reading my work to them.

[tonywalt]

Brilliant poem. I have to time for 'old school' it's older than keats and no one publishes it.
one of your better pieces