Stuck between a rut and a fresh place
Crush embarrassed water between fists
I've never lost a stain, I can bash
Every damp sock clean like fish on a rock
No one can answer every girl correctly
Can rinse down planets for her or
Extract powdered star granules
Retract nerves on the spin cycle and
Obey rules of romantic thermodynamics
Maybe on first listen, everyone
Asks the same soggy questions. But
No load is the same, no atom spins its
Course to clothesline soaked and alone
Every smooth sheet is a wet dream
Today's poem is based on suggestions from two peeps:
- @eglantinescake: "I want you to write a poem about laundry."
- @SeanMElliott: "Science speed dating?"
Today's poem didn't go where I intended. After Penni's suggestion, I was intending a gentle, cool poem about the soothing aspects of doing the washing (I find it soothing, anyway, especially hanging it out). But when science speed dating was added into the mix, a kind of frustration crept into the words (I also find doing the laundry frustrating. DOONA COVERS are so unwieldy, argh). It's odd when words won't behave themselves for you.
Also, today's poem is another acrostic. Not that I'm obsessed by acrostics or anything.