Toting the scraps of a well-worn week

The pile of costumes rainbow hued

Down wooden steps with weight each does creak

Drudgery the overbearing mood


Pocket jingles with a horde of change

White metal workers fill each long wall

I hope there is no one a bit strange

The bane of having come here at all


Join the throng of the domesticized

Eyes glued to cell phone or tiled floor

Unrelated but amalgamized

Task the only reason they come for


The stagnant drone of machinery

People watching, time passes away

Such a chore it is to do laundry

What waste of morning Saturday


19 Responses to “Laundry”
  1. beth says:

    wow, this mundane task has never been described so poetically –

  2. Brilliant! Like Beth has said so well, such a mundane task described so fine!

  3. kristianw84 says:

    Only you could take an ordinary task and turn it onto extraordinary poetry! Well done!

  4. K.L. Hale says:

    Love this, Brad! I’m my archives, somewhere (lol), I wrote about my laundry trips. Living in the RV for 4 years meant many trips to laundromats. I admire and appreciate your poetic words!

  5. petespringerauthor says:

    The beauty of owning a washer and dryer is never having to sit around killing time in a laundromat. Mundane is the correct descriptor, though it’s made less painful when you don’t have to sit there waiting.

  6. Jim Borden says:

    I actually don’t mind doing the laundry, but that is from the perspective of doing it from the comfort of my home. If I had to go a laundry, it could be a different story…

  7. The key is to wear dirty clothes and take every other Saturday off.

  8. oliverrani says:

    Hahah love this poem!

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