Bead Dazzled
Beads of many colors
waiting to be strung
waiting to be strung
slipping onto my unknotted
string of days
Where every piece
appears again
as though it never had
been strung before
A carousel of squeaky clean
passing by each turn
waving flags of color
laughing laundry lyrics
Pick me!
Wear me!
Stain me again, you fool!
Wash me!
Dry me!
Fold me!
Dare to put me away!
Ha Ha!
Dirt eludes me
spin cycle consumes me
and downy freshness
falsifies reality
Until I tumble
into tomorrow
slightly shrunken
needing to be stretched
In order to fit
the privilege of beading
as I start the thankful cycle
once more
Patricia Spreng
Having a little fun with my reality by submitting this to all the fun over at One Shot Wednesday. Oh the wonderful words of poets. Come see for yourself!
Patricia Spreng
Having a little fun with my reality by submitting this to all the fun over at One Shot Wednesday. Oh the wonderful words of poets. Come see for yourself!
A grand whimsical poem. My clothes taunt me as well...
ReplyDeletelaundry...oh my...think have some to do myself...smiles. fun verse....
ReplyDeleteFun and lovely!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the tumble of words that make me smile!
ReplyDeletehahaha oh that was good and funny too
ReplyDeleteA nice one shot by you
Laundry can be a pain
Might make one pop a vein
Matching socks and all of that
Plus some marks in underwear might make your hair curl and mat..lol
But unless ones rich
And the clothes they can ditch
Each and every day
Guess we're all stuck doing laundry some way
LOL, fun.
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