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.


  • 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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