She folds the towels in
a sweet way, embroidered
initials tucked out of view.
When your eyes meet hers
the first time after words,
the soft moon of a single
pinked nail grazing one
cheek, you bend yourself in
to her long tender arms, she
knowing to re-turn the towels
just so, and so it takes
no extra time.
© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas
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This poem was inspired by the lines "You fold the towels in a sweet way." and "It doesn't take extra time." Both lines are quoted from "What We Nurture", an interview with Sylvia Boorstein's at On Being (March 29, 2012).
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8 comments:
ha. i rather like folding the laundry...its rather a meditation to me...something i learned to fold just a way that i dont have to think...i like th extra care given in turning it just the right way...
Some things just come naturally and aren't measured in time, I enjoyed this !! just popping in & saying hello to my poetic neighbor on OpenLinkNight !!
Nicely paced crafted, Maureen, employing the intimacy of folded towels to illustrate the "re-turn" after a row.
~ M
In the eye of the poet, romance is found in the everyday, common becomes the extraordinary and this was delightful to read!
Laundry is the ever present poem around here. Often free verse. Thank you Maureen
So tender...so beautiful.
Reminded me of my Grandma in a way, and that is very sweet. Nicely done.
i like it.
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