Things I Should Do Today

Laundry, Wednesday night meeting, coffee
with God. Pick up the prayer-beads, either

old-school Catholic or contemporary Anglican.
Check for my mail. Breakfast, lunch. Laundry.

Write to dearest Deborah. Send Mary and Hilary
a copy of my chapbook. Dream of luminous faces

 

from unrevivable times. Read Alden Solovy's prayers,

Bob Waldron's novel, Martin Smith's essays. Laundry.

 

Listen to Dean Moorehead's morning reflection,

to Benjamin Britten's Hymn to the Virgin,

to "Billericay Dickie" by Ian Dury & the Blockheads.
And oh, yes, maybe do some bloody laundry.

Sixteen shirts in a hill on the bedroom floor.
A Pyrenees of socks and boxers in the closet.





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Written on 2020-06-24 at 07:34

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bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this "to-do list" kind of poem. Nicely done!
2020-06-28


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm enjoying your poems. As usual.

I am OCD enjoy to look forward to laundry. It's safe & predictable, and in the end the world is a better place for it.
2020-06-25


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
The blahness factor comes across very convincingly in these words :) Yes, the long and tedious process of doing laundry instead of way more interesting things was most felt. My feelings completely agree. And then my thoughts went to : at least we have machines nowadays. Imagine having to get the bucket out, or going to the lake, to do your loads? lol Don't mind me :D I loved this, as always a delight to read you - merci.

PS: a little concerned about "A Pyrenees of unmentionables in the closet." though ;)
2020-06-24