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The Business of Sorting Laundry
my heart wants
to tell you
about the sunrise
I witnessed
while laying in bed
with the windows
wide open,
shivering to stay warm
in the chilly morning air
of Fall, approaching
I’m tempted to whisper,
ever so softly
against your neck
whatever beautiful
~w o r d s~
I can dig from
the coffers
of Webster’s finest
to convey the magic
of every moment
I spent in your arms
I want to drag you
inside of my thoughts
and place my hand
over your heart,
feeling the beat
pick up tempo
as I watch,
gloriously spellbound
when your face
radiates with understanding,
leaving your eyes glazed
in the afterglow
when I am finally
finished
but my brain
won’t leave
this laundry alone,
feeling sorry
for the chaos
of tangled fabrics
waiting to be put
in their places,
jumbled entanglements
making wrinkles
I’ll have to iron out
later;
I pad down
this boring hallway
to begin the business
of sorting and folding,
preparing to put
you away
to tell you
about the sunrise
I witnessed
while laying in bed
with the windows
wide open,
shivering to stay warm
in the chilly morning air
of Fall, approaching
I’m tempted to whisper,
ever so softly
against your neck
whatever beautiful
~w o r d s~
I can dig from
the coffers
of Webster’s finest
to convey the magic
of every moment
I spent in your arms
I want to drag you
inside of my thoughts
and place my hand
over your heart,
feeling the beat
pick up tempo
as I watch,
gloriously spellbound
when your face
radiates with understanding,
leaving your eyes glazed
in the afterglow
when I am finally
finished
but my brain
won’t leave
this laundry alone,
feeling sorry
for the chaos
of tangled fabrics
waiting to be put
in their places,
jumbled entanglements
making wrinkles
I’ll have to iron out
later;
I pad down
this boring hallway
to begin the business
of sorting and folding,
preparing to put
you away
Published 30th Sep 2020
Author's Note
An ode to depression.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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30th Sep 2020 7:32pm
either depression has some universal aspects that we all share or you and I are just really similar. there have been a few of your poems lately where i'm just like "yes! this is me! she wrote this about me!" ha! i know. i'm ego-centric.
what i'm trying to say is that, this resonates way down in my bones. well done.
what i'm trying to say is that, this resonates way down in my bones. well done.
30th Sep 2020 10:24pm
I was just talking with a dear friend about how scary it can be to speak the truth about our struggles, but that I’ve found that every time I do, both of us end up feeling more understood and less alone. I’ve felt the same about yours, even if I’m sometimes too anxious to comment. Thank you for telling me I’m not alone in my experience; I really needed that today 💜.
30th Sep 2020 10:46pm
Anxiety is a bitch. So look it in the face and say whatever the hell you want!
I know. I know. Totally easier said than done. Keep speaking your words. We need them.
I know. I know. Totally easier said than done. Keep speaking your words. We need them.
30th Sep 2020 8:26pm
30th Sep 2020 10:25pm
1st Oct 2020 00:44am
Life, love, entanglements, messed up business, things to do........and to love.
1st Oct 2020 00:47am
1st Oct 2020 1:16am
You're not alone. Fucking laundry... fucking depression.... fuck.
(That means I liked it, btw!)
(That means I liked it, btw!)
1st Oct 2020 5:21am
Thank you so much for reading and for understanding what I attempted to say 💜.
1st Oct 2020 1:52am
Lovely work, perfect proportion of emotional intimacy, detail, a bit of cheek and melancholy both in the laundry, the business of living. Beautifully rendered.
1st Oct 2020 5:22am
1st Oct 2020 3:26am
Dear L,
I found myself thinking similar notions as I busy myself with household upkeep but wanting to communicate thoughts and desires instead- but don’t. Just keep working.
Laundry is a funny thing to me. I don’t mind doing it. I like taking the rumpled heap from the dryer and folding it into groups of neat piles before I put it away. The warmth of it is kind of like a missing hug. Oh dear, I’m rambling. Your poem is great in its everyday honesty. It draws us all in together. Odd how we all think we’re the only ones with problems and yet here we all are. Oh god. Still rambling. Great write. H🌷
I found myself thinking similar notions as I busy myself with household upkeep but wanting to communicate thoughts and desires instead- but don’t. Just keep working.
Laundry is a funny thing to me. I don’t mind doing it. I like taking the rumpled heap from the dryer and folding it into groups of neat piles before I put it away. The warmth of it is kind of like a missing hug. Oh dear, I’m rambling. Your poem is great in its everyday honesty. It draws us all in together. Odd how we all think we’re the only ones with problems and yet here we all are. Oh god. Still rambling. Great write. H🌷
1st Oct 2020 5:25am
I think I have had more life epiphanies while buried in laundry or dishes. My grandmother said that the everyday is where all the magic is, and the older I get, the more I tend to agree. Thank you for reading and for seeing me. It means so much ♥️.
