Beyond a blue view
rung out laundry to air
on a clothesline of sky
with a bit of wind nearby
Washed away the dirt of
worries and hung out to dry
for all to size up when
we wear them clean again
Being ever so careful not to
let your clothes carry you away
like a line of string in a big
gush of ominous gray wind
appearing as someone who
you are not of a neighboring
green clothesline
(c) Airing One's Laundry
03November2011
Vivian L Dawson
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Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader)
Reviewed on November 14, 2011
The weekly laundry as an allegory for life, you like your metaphors Vivian. We know we must not air our dirty washing in public; does that mean we should air our clean washing............? And why green clothesline?
Laundry lines on tall buildings? No. A most interesting poem with many hidden meanings for one to search out. Very good work; I enjoyed this multi faceted offering.
Joy L. Hale
Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on November 5, 2011
Vivian, We've all done it at least once---Well done.
Always love to see laundry in a back
garden but never on buildings as we have to
have here in S'pore since most of us live
vertically; enjoyed your metaphor here,
Vivian, it's strong and interesting.
John
Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE (Reader)
Reviewed on November 3, 2011
a sensational scaling to a fine-formed summit...
"someone who you are not"... wonderful negation reminding us of Polonius's admonition, "To thine own self be true." Charming, indeed, Vivian.
This brings to mind that old saying but alas it also reminds me of my mothers clothes always being on the line, no dryers back then just a rope tied around two pulleys.
fee
Blue skies, clean heart :) (My Mom has a cabin in the northwoods, Maytag ringer washer and out to dry on the line, it is so theraputic and refreshing to do the laundry up there)
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garden but never on buildings as we have to
have here in S'pore since most of us live
vertically; enjoyed your metaphor here,
Vivian, it's strong and interesting.
John
"someone who you are not"... wonderful negation reminding us of Polonius's admonition, "To thine own self be true." Charming, indeed, Vivian.
fee