When we have a time limit imposed on us it tends to concentrate the mind somewhat.
It’s part of the reason I love to participate in Five Minute Friday.
Though I had no idea what my creative mind would make of this week’s prompt:‘Laundry’
I wish I could report a glowing testimony about how God washes us clean from our sin…or something along those lines at least.
My poetic hat seemed steeped in the prosaic.
All I have to offer from my weary M.E brain is a rather ‘tongue-in-cheek’ offering on an everyday reality.
You may be able to relate.
Or at least feel smug that you are on top of your laundry pile – while mine’s big enough to jump off.
‘In a lather’
It’s the bane of my life, it is very clear to see
causing stress, strife and some degree of misery
because of the M.E my husband lends a hand
but operating the machine is a line in the sand
as far as he’s concerned (and to be fair he does a lot)
this one task he will not share at any cost
for although he will iron and carry piles everywhere
he isn’t sure how it works or what makes it disappear
so it droops disconsolately over chair and settee
waiting for activity forthcoming from me
Laundry leers accusingly from the linen basket
spilling forth breezily like coins from a casket
and though I try to do my best with the effort I exert
it still means we live in a state of red alert
where I feel I could be buried by a stinking pile of clothes
and all that would be left of me is my pointing-up toes
Yet I know how low energy stops me from getting any farther
so I’ll try not to worry much or get myself into a lather
perhaps it’s indicative of my life in general where I fail
to attend to all I should, living at the pace of a snail
preferring by far to have eyes glued to a screen as
I write a blog, compose a poem, leaving laundry to steam
Linking here as usual with Lisa-Jo and all the other lovely creative souls who have a go at 5 minutes of free flowing writing on a given topic.
You are very welcome and warmly invited to join in.