previously posted poem that i have virtually misplaced

“Laundry List”

Piles of clean clothes

dirty clothes

white clothes

(grey from not using bleach clothes)

colored clothes

wet clothes

dog-haired and dusty from being on the floor clothes

Clean them Dry them Dump

them on my bed

Sort them

My clothes His clothes

their clothes

hang-up clothes

drawer clothes

underwear socks linens for the closet making

piles and finally delivering

put mine away

put some of his away

put all of theirs in a basket and

dump it in their

room

on the floor

Someday they’ll decide

to fold their own clothes

but now they can practice

just making piles

underwear socks shirts and sheets

and pants and pajamas

and then just stuff it all in

their drawers

or walk on them for a few days.

 

(Kathleen C Cooper, March 12 1993)

poem

Springtime in an Old House

 

What started as a trickle

seeping from an unnoticed crack,

when winter snows were warming

and rain-soaked skies were coming,

found a flow-line in my basement,

towards a sump-pump, often fickle,

in a corner towards the back.

 

A fountain-pool of tinkling droplets

quietly collected as I slept.

Soon spring gathered volume and velocity;

by night, its sources gained variety.

Now in my boots and with my broom,

and frantic tinkering with the float,

I’m sweeping water from a moat.

 

Newport, RI  

April 17 , 1996 (Revised 4/02/12)