Laundry Monologue

Some stains are harder to remove than others.

Some clothes just lie, floaters in the detergent oceans,

incubating hope of spotless liberation,

as they swell up like little people in plastic buckets.

 

We've thrown wit at each other

like Ping-Pong balls,

hurled back, 

with great art and a little bit of love,

before it even reached us.

 

Arms get tired like this,

when we play these games that we play.

And then there are silences when we stare at walls,

our backs to each other,

because words have dried up.

 

No more Ping-Pong to play.

 

I have often imagined-

like in some movie in my head-

statues that stare mutely at each other the whole day

and come alive when the sun goes down

and tell each other stories

that tie hearts and histories together

in soft woolen sweaters that smell like naphthalene.

 

Maybe we should have been statues.

Then,

Every time we talked, it'd guarantee magic.

 

Laundry exhausts me,

especially since it's a metaphor.

 

I've scrubbed till all that was left was emptiness,

you must be somewhere in a stream of froth,

rushing towards a river.

(Do you feel free now?)

 

I'm just sitting here with fresh, clean clothes,

missing the stains that were.

 

 

Author's Note

Please do comment.

Reviews

[Laminators Dubai]

a heart winning poem my friend^^

[Mouli Banerjee]

aww thanks!

[Sorry Infamous]

Wow. this was an amazing write.
"Maybe we should have been statues.
Then,
Every time we talked, it'd guarantee magic." This was my favorite line hands down. It is almost a poem in itself.

[Mouli Banerjee]

thank you so much! :)

[Rita L. Sev]

A great metaphor - and I like your last lines:

I'm just sitting here with fresh, clean clothes,
missing the stains that were.

When we are going through the messy parts of our life, we don't appreciate them for the lessons they are teaching.

[Mouli Banerjee]

Yes exactly. it's only later that we realise that we might want them back... thanks for the review! :)