THE WASHING MACHINE

 

 

I’m having a bad dream,

no, maybe a nightmare,

of a washing machine.

 

It wakes me up at night.

It rumbles and whispers.

I hope it won’t take flight.

 

It’s moving and grooving

to a beat of its own,

that is far from soothing.

 

It’s a horrible sight.

A machine set to hard.

It’s ready for a fight.

 

I scream into my pillow.

“My clothing is all too clean,”

then I weep like a willow.

One thought on “THE WASHING MACHINE

  1. Felipe Adan Lerma April 25, 2018 / 10:38 pm

    Intriguing, not sure where it lead me, but left me wondering if the path picked up again, a few lines strewn about, to more wonderment – really liked this, Susanne! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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