shirt arms flap
signal help
cool lips sip
tea and watch
towels snap
racing wind
hard fibers
on smooth skin
dainties blush
near jock straps
on the line
still strangers
oh cee dee
lines them up,
fresh, clean, and
clipped just-so
birds choose which
clean target
to dive-bomb
one load per
the two cats
supervise
to make sure
they’re hung right
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De Jackson (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s dVerse Poetics host. De says:
Today, I want us to write laundry poems.
Tao Talk 
Ha.. I love the bloomers and the jock-straps meeting for a little tryst on the clothesline… so fun
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Looking at your poem sideways, the short lines and stanzas remind me of washing pegged on a line, Lisa! I love the idea of the shirt arms signalling for help, the dainties blushing near jock straps, and the cats supervising sounds about right. 😉
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haha! Love what you saw with it sideways. Thanks much, Kim.
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I especially LOVE that “oh cee dee” and all those fabulous laundry sounds. Snap!
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Thank you, De!
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This is such a delightful, delightful poem 😀 I love; “dainties blush near jock straps on the line still strangers.”💝💝
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Thanks, Sanaa 🙂
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This is lovely – the laundry so beautifully personified – and the supervising cats.
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Sarah, thank you, glad you enjoyed them.
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I think laundry is the perfect subject for a Slimverse! I loved the details of the blushing dainties near the jock straps and:
‘oh cee dee
lines them up,’
made me smile 🙂
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Thanks much, Ingrid. I had fun writing these.
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I used to hang laundry on the clothesline, and remember how the breeze can make them snap, and the nice fresh smell when you bring them in. Your poem is fun and brings back good memories. 🙂
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Thanks. Glad good memories came back to you with it, Barbara 🙂
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This is marvelous, and the humor is perfection. My mother and her friends vied for the whitest sheets. It was a competition!
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Thank you, Beverly! Glad it brought back fun memories for you. I remember my grandma had a big tub that she’d pour boiling water into for the whites. She also used washboards to wash with. I still have one of them. My mom used a wringer washer. Both always hung the clothes on the line. I have a washing machine (and dryer) but I still hang clothes on the line ❤
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I so love how each stanza tells a snippet of a scene specially:
dainties blush
near jock straps
on the line
still strangers
But no to those birds doing a dive bomb, smiles.
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Thanks much, Grace.
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A delightful painting… and I do mean your poem although the artwork so perfect for it too. I love all the detail. The cats, the birds, the clothes themselves. It’s really delightful. Like a scene out of a play.
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Thank you very much and glad you enjoyed the slimverse series.
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😀 This brought a smile.
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Glad to make you smile, Ken 🙂 Thank you.
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I love how the cats are watching over it all, most likely with a bemused and confused expression. Fantastic Lisa!
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Mlady and Dotty are used to my mysterious (to them) actions and roll with it pretty well. Thanks, Linda!
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What fun in your yard Lisa! I love the birds dive bombing ☺️
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Thanks, Christine!
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Love this poem Li. A beautiful visual created, as if I’m right there.
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re welcome
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The snapping towels…I’d forgotten those. I loved helping my mother hang the laundry. It’s still a beautiful sight, though rare these days. (K)
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Glad these brought those memories back to you, K. I learned that some places have enacted ordinances against it. Can you imagine that?! Unreal what they try to legislate sometimes.
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Yes, my younger brother lives in one of those communities. They have to keep their garbage cans out of sight unless it’s garbage day too. He was quite indignant, but it turns out you can’t fight city hall or you get fined.
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clean target to dive-bomb
one load per the two cats
supervise
There seems to be a hide-and-seek dilemma between the two to see how effective each of them to be. Love the humour Jade!
Hank
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LOL glad they made you smile, Hank 🙂
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I loved this & the cats 😀
So cute!
❤
David
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Glad you enjoyed them, David, thank you 🙂
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You painted such a sweet little picture!
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Thanks much 🙂
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How would we get anything done without the cats to supervise!
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Such a fun poem–I love the cats supervising at the end! 😀
I don’t hang clothes outside–it would certainly be visited by the birds.
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So happy you enjoyed the poem, thanks! 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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I love you poem! The story of skivvies and jock straps and birds plopping on a sheet. Great memories!
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So glad you enjoyed the story, Dwight. Thank you.
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:>)
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I miss this so much…I remember the smell when mom took them off the line.
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Glad to bring those memories back to you, Max.
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