BLISS!
It comes unsought and unexpected.
It lasts moments, not years.
It catches one by the throat and then leaves, laughing.
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THE BLISS OF WHITER THAN WHITE!
A vignette from an earlier time,
When dingy whites were an utter crime!
Monday was Wash Day! Without fail!
White washing was a Holy Grail!
Rissoles for lunch, always, on Monday,
Made from the roasted meat from Sunday.
No time to cook the usual feast;
The burden must not be increased!
Mothers, with such restricted lives,
Made a fetish of being wives,
And sparkling laundry was the aim.
One-Up-Man-Ship the only game!
The purpose of her mighty labours
Was to out-do her next-door-neighbours!
Remember Blue-Bags on laundry day?
Blue-Bags to take away the grey?
How the whites were soaked awhile,
Until they made our mothers smile;
Until sheets hanging on the line,
Fluttered, dazzlingly divine;
Till we saw Mother's spirits soar
For her's were whiter than her's next-door!
Blue-Bags set our mothers free
To see life as it ought to be;
Not as something dull and flawed,
But WHITE to make neighbours over-awed!
Maybe all of us use tricks,
To give our little egos kicks.
Could we but make our dreams come true
By doctoring our lives with blue!
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Both poems are nice, but I absolutely love the Haiku. The shortness of the poem matches the brevity of bliss in our lives. Excellent!
ReplyDeleteDid "Tide" kill the blue bag?
ReplyDeletebliss for a moment, seems like years too I think :) it just keeps returning I feel..
ReplyDeletenice words.. thanks for playing along at HH again :)
Lovely poems both!! :) Truly Blissful!!
ReplyDeleteNice words woven into the two poems. :)
ReplyDeleteThat's good one!
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