Life, As Laundry

NOTE: This is from my poetry class: write a poem as one large metaphor.


Memories are sorted into piles

Darks, lights, whites

Colors of all shades and feelings


The dark times are bathed in cold water

And dried just enough to not bleed,

Though they do fade eventually


Brighter moments mean warmer temperatures

Rinsed so they are clear

And softened in the dryer, in the heat


White events take it hot and dry out longer

Needing a touchup from the iron

As the passion is burned in


Special occasions need handwashing

In gentle soap and warm water

Then laid out flat and reshaped into form


When dry, memories are tucked away

Or hung up in the closet of the mind

Waiting for a remembrance, to be worn again


©2017 Valerie Hathaway

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