(Nine Poets Speak) Laundry by Leslene della-Madre

[Editors’ Note: Learn about how the “Nine Poets Speak” series came to be in place here.]

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Today I hung my clothesline.

I feel twisted inside even thinking about using the clothes dryer when the sun

Is calling.

I gratefully hung my freshly washed garments.

Then I watched them dance in the gentle breeze,

Swaying to and fro, carefree, each with a unique rhythm.

Who sees such beauty in laundry hanging on a line? 

I felt my ancestors.

I watched as the devas of sun and air

Embraced each piece,

Gently drinking the water the towels, pants and shirts offered, free of charge,

Conducting a silent concert.

And then when they were all dry

I removed them from the line,

Smelling the delicate scents of sacred elements woven in their threads.

I thought, “lucky me”! I am going to wear the sun.

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2 thoughts on “(Nine Poets Speak) Laundry by Leslene della-Madre”

  1. I loved this poem and it brought back memories of being with my grandmother hanging out the clothes as a child… once grown I always hung my clothes out on a line and loved the scent of fresh sheets in particular…. I am 80 now and two years ago I was forced to buy my first dryer, not because I couldn’t;t hang clothes but because the weather has become so unstable that I could never get them to dry outdoors – I don’t recall when it hit me that I know ABSOLUTELY NO ONE who has a clothesline…. how long has it been? I don’t remember – it is all these simple joys – that we have lost – thank you for ‘re-membering’

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