As I wash my dirty laundry
I can see the muggy water
released from my socks
I often imagine the possibility
of washing away
every last bad memory
and all the black emotions I keep
inside?
Just imagine for a moment
being left with
the very best of memories
the ones that make us smile
instead of cry?
bright and colorful
with the
perfumes of a summer’s day?
now, wouldn’t that put a new spin
on doing the laundry?
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Published: April 20th, 2025 03:05
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
A wonderful analogy and metaphor that draws up fun images and serious thoughts. Some use bleach in their memory wash some use paint. I find that bleach deteriorates the fabric and paint makes it stiff when dried and sometimes rubs off on the skin. A most light hearted and upbeat poem with a serious meaning to it. That is what poetry is all about. Loved it.
Thank you dearest sorrenbarret I truly feel humbled when you pass by. 🌹
That would be awesome but then what would us writers pen? Love your metaphor, Perfumes Of A Summer Day.
A great question what would we have to write about? Socks just as I've done here, the more positive things in life and there are actually many. As a true writer we can certainly find anything in the world to write about, even about snails and slugs . Thank you. 🌹
May your laundry never end dear Teddy. ❤️
Oh be sure nobodies does 🤣 thank you dearest A.P ❤️
Wouldn't that be fantastic? Great work, sweet Teddy.
Wouldn't that just be the bees knees, thank you dearest Thomas. 🌹
I always put my bad memories in a box in my mind so all I have is the good memories Teddy.
Andy
That's so cool dear Andy. Thank you. 🌹
You could say it's the Bad as well as Good Memories that make up the Person. The same as we have
Night as well as Day
Good Poem.
I'd gladly wash some of mine away, I agree with your words though, I wouldn't be who I am today without all mine🌹 thank you.
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