Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Whites

On Sundays I study the sacred
and sort the laundry.
The difference
(if there really is a difference)
blurs when I'm washing whites.

We all want to get our stains out
and be clean again
We all want to be fresh
and sanctified.

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

12 comments:

Sioux said...

The phrase "washing whites" made "white-washing" creep into my head.

In just 9 lines, you wrote something really fine. (That's as poetic as I can wax right now.)

Kerry O'Connor said...

There seems to be too many impurities to wash clean these days, but we can only hope to make a small difference.

brudberg said...

Somehow I get "Out, damn'd spot! out, I say!" on my mind... yes the whitewash comes to mind too.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I love the mix of the sacred (scriptures) and the profane (dirty laundry)! Somehow I got an implied image of sanctified underwear. This was wonderful.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Spot on, Mama Zen, no pun intended.

piano warm said...

I emailed you my response; it's one of "those." :)

Claudia said...

yep - we def. want to get the stains out - and sometimes they seem to be quite resistant... but hey..i found a way to get rid of them...smiles
good to be reading you again
have a great day mama zen!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I'm not sure we all do – but it's a telling metaphor.

Marian said...

Any white elevators around here? Probably not.

Fireblossom said...

Oops, i thought i commented, but i guess I never did! Laundry and spirituality, they match better than one might think.

Susie Clevenger said...

I always seem to have a bit of yellow when I dip into the holy wash.

Outlawyer said...

Distilled--we are a bit simplistic, I think! Not the poem--but people just want to feel that all can happen just by wishing for it--sorting through kind of harder though, I think. k.