watching women at the laundromat

[Billy]

watching women at the laundromat

the mad wash tumbling
jeans wrapped in knots around
each other their legs no longer

filled with walking underwear
loose free to contain generations
to come nylon slipping past

turmoil of cotton and polyester
tossing like gymnasts above the fray
hotter than all the rest airy as dreams

[FredFourth]

Laundromat would stand alone for a title.

[FredFourth]

Laudromat, it that a place where clothes are lauded?

[Billy]

I guess that's why we need editors. I've looked at this poem here and on my own site several times and never caught that spelling error.

[SivaRamanathan]

The poem is about ,'watching women at the Laundromat'. not the 'laudromat' alone.

[FredFourth]

I read it three times before picking up on laudromat.

[SivaRamanathan]

'Laudromat, it that a place where clothes are lauded?'

I confess I am weak in my spelling.

[FredFourth]

Confession is good

[Bernie01]

B---



loved the tumble, the emotion of over heated clothes, cast out to their own reward, i'm a little sad, but delirious all the same.


liked this poem very much,


bernie

[FredFourth]

Good, Bernie is back.

'Tis Frank Dire

[Billy]

Thanks for your generous comments, Bernie. Glad you are back to health.

This poem needs more work or thrown in the compost pile to become another poem or poems. I wrote it when I wasn't writing much and it was to get my poetic juices going.