Socks drop into hamper’s hold,
where numerous sins unfold
our careless stains, and sweat.
Venal and mortal transgressions
spin out in tortured confessions,
fabrics suffer for our faults.
Clothes repeatedly take the heat,
until, like our ragged lives,
they tatter, fade and unravel.
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Author:
ElaineAnneWestheimer (
Offline) - Published: August 5th, 2022 10:16
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Comments1
What a story the laundry can tell. The fabric of our lives exposed. What an interesting concept you have created. "Like our ragged lives," says much about how we live. Life's struggle is often a dirty one.
An entertaining and eloquent poem. Phil A.
Glad you liked my poem and made the effort to comment. —Elaine
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