Mietzke's POST Holden Adventure

I have cloths pins in my pocket,
I am hanging the laundry out to dry
I hang and pin my heart on the line
Here with these damp clothes
These cloths seem to hold all of my secrets…
The breeze lifts the bottom of the sheet
And sends it
A flutter round my head
These wet things need airing
Out in the open where they can be seen
And will not hold that damp smell
And mold
Sometimes I prefer putting them in the dryer
It is such a private affair…
Where no one ever wonders
About my despair
Until I hang the laundry out to dry
Until I hang my laundry out to dry


This Poem was inspired by a line of writing on My friend Gail's Blog.