The slosh of the washing machine
reminds me of waves lapping at the shore
makes me want to take off my shoes
and wade barefoot
toes tickled by the warm water
the gentle sound of waves
tossed by the Tide
forever slapping the shore
that steady beat
that gentle drone
puts me to sleep
awakened only by
the washers beep signal
telling me the cycle is done
the seas have parted
and the ocean has gone
down the drain.
Another gem David. ?
Will we get something on the humble tumble drier? And I remember some lines from the past (elsewhere) about a vacuum cleaner that
"beats as it sweeps as it cleans". surely begging for poetical
inspiration. Well done for putting "fantastic" into "domestic" -
avoiding the drudgery of "kirchen sink" drama ! ?.
I remember your other poem "Sewing Machine". If that gave a glimpse in the sweet memories of childhood, this one gives rise to pure imagination. Good one!
d.k.,
A good poem but you forgot the "fast forward" when the waves beat furiously against the shore and sleep is impossible.
Thanks for this
Keith
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d.knape
Sat 15th Feb 2020 02:31
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