Poems and More Poems

BTW, I do have the I Crave poem written down at home and keep forgetting to bring it so that I can copy/type it in here.

Also, here is one that I intended to send you way back when before the proverbial axe fell! The copy I was going to send you sits here on my desk still. It is called Sorting Laundry.

Sorting Laundry

Folding clothes,

I think of folding you

into my life.

Our king-sized sheets

Like tablecloths

For the banquets of giants,

Pillowcases, despite so many

Washings, seams still

Holding our dreams.

Towels patterned orange and green,

Flowered pink and lavender,

Gaudy, bought on sale,

Reserved, we said, for the beach,

Refusing, even after years,

To bleach into respectability.

So many shirts and skirts and pants

Recycling week after week, head over heels

Recapitulating themselves.

All those wrinkles

To be smoothed, or else

Ignored; they’re in style.

Myriad uncoupled socks

Which went paired into the foam

like those creatures in the ark.

And what’s shrunk

Is tough to discard

Even for Goodwill.

In pockets, surprises:

Forgotten matches,

Lost screws clinking on enamel;

Paper clips, whatever they held

Between shiny jaws, now

Dissolved or clogging the drain;

Well-washed dollars, legal tender

For all debts public and private,

Intact despite agitation;

And, gleaming in the maelstrom,

One bright dime,

Broken necklace of good gold

You brought from Kuwait,

The strangely tailored shirt

Left by a former lover….

If you were to leave me,

If I were to fold

Only my own clothes,

The convexes and concaves

Of my blouses, panties, stockings, bras

Turned upon themselves,

A mountain of unsorted wash

Could not fill

The empty side of the bed.

Elisavietta Rtchie (b. 1932)

 

I had signed it with a IWGOWY.
I'm not too sure about that, and even at the time I thought that it might actually make you think more of you know who than me, but whatever the case it always makes me think of you.

OK. Enough now. Gotta go.
Love again and hugs and kisses and rubs and bites (sorry!),
Me (shameless me)