closeted colors

I put laundered clothes back

into the drawers

and various recesses

of my children

 

then I did for me and mine

for my husband

I stopped and mulled

hesitated

 

once a certain size is reached

the colors leeched from cloth

and bleached

 

beige and grey and tan and black

navy blue  and blade runner red

was

greens and reds and pinks and purples
sparkling yellow and loud turquoise

 

my camo gear is useful

I wear the price I pay

 





Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2012-12-09 at 12:19

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countryfog
It's the old clothes that are the most comfortable . . . they may fade but the memories we make in them stay vivid.
2012-12-11



This is sort of an historical poem, your family history load by load.
2012-12-09