I stare into the laundry, 

remembering it’s my turn. 

I don’t feel like breathing today. 

White tshirt, black trousers, red lace panties. 

I cannot help thinking 

that there is no reason for us to be here. 

I haven't done my homework yet. 

My future is calling me. 

Where’s the detergent? 

My future home looks a lot 

like my childhood bedroom. 

Blue blouse, green socks, 

Who would wear that shade of pink?

I am living with a thousand people in my head, 

like an empty soul, 

wondering where the Universe ends. 

Give me a meaning, 

I have tried stealing it but now 

I’m handcuffed to a career. 

I don't know what I want anymore. 

Do you think I need softener? 

I don’t know what to do with my pulse,

I mean, my life, 

I mean, silk dress. 

Do I air dry the bras? 

Hang them with my dreams.


  • Teddy.15

    You just took the mundane boredom out of clothes washing, what a very inspiring poetry treat so much reflection and such powerful last lines. Wonderful dear Meg.

    • Meg

      Thank you, Teddy

    • Paul Bell

      Wonder how many people look out their office window and just wonder what the hell happened to them.

      • Meg

        Honestly, you just defined my worst fear.

      • The BlackShakespeare

        Very descriptive use of words.

        • Meg

          Thank you

        • Garth Rakumakoe

          Very multilayered and reflective. Speaks to a lot of complexities through simple objects. If only detergents and softeners could purge and soften everyday worries and troubles. Absolutely stunning!

          • Meg

            Maybe there is no cure for daily sorrows, but writing is admittedly the best remedy.
            Thank you for your kind words.

          • spilleronsheet

            what cleverly you crafted the lines
            A ritual got such intense thoughts
            A true poet
            Hail and cheers 🥂 to you dear friend
            And the last lines made me smile
            Should I hang my dreams along
            Well crafted dear poet

            • Meg

              There's beauty surrounding us, hiding in corners and washing machines. I appreciate your lovely words dear friend.

            • Goldfinch60

              Good words Meg, it is surprising from where we get our thoughts to put into words.


              • Meg

                Thank you, Andy.
                I guess we just have to find the interest in the mundane or we'll lose our minds.


              • L. B. Mek

                'My future home looks a lot
                like my childhood bedroom.'

                'Give me a meaning,
                I have tried stealing it
                but now
                I’m handcuffed to a career.'
                (I laud, your dedication
                the sheer respect and joy you have for your Art
                to produce such a well considered and polished
                nuanced work, of profound Poetry)
                thank you! or choosing to share
                your unquestionable
                poetic genius, dear Poet
                its a privilege to read your work
                and learn
                from your wordsmithing prowess

                • Meg

                  Your words are very much appreciated, I am beyond grateful for them.
                  Thank you, dear friend.

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