This little venture of mine is proving harder than I imagined....I'm out of practice of a) writing poetry and b) blogging...but I keep at it.
A rumble from the next room-
rhythmic clink and clanks lull my senses
offer me the cadence of a familiar song or praise.
The clink and clanks change,
pricking my ears.
The rhythm quickens,
only to fall back into line for a few more moments
soothing me again.
Abruptly, the buzzer sounds.
open the door and remove the contents.
A sock still damp as it was turned into itself
perhaps, the heat was too intense for the sock?
A mash of arms, legs, waists and torsos
shaken out onto the bed.
They wait to be lined up,
next laundry day-
the rumble will begin again.