Unusual poem. Susanne writes horror and suspense so was always wary line to line, lol; still thought it intriguing enough to want to repost – hope u give the short poem a quick read, and maybe a long thought, wondering: why? 🙂
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I’m having a bad dream,
no, maybe a nightmare,
of a washing machine.
It wakes me up at night.
It rumbles and whispers.
I hope it won’t take flight.
It’s moving and grooving
to a beat of its own,
that is far from soothing.
It’s a horrible sight.
A machine set to hard.
It’s ready for a fight.
I scream into my pillow.
“My clothing is all too clean,”
then I weep like a willow.
Hi! I’m so happy you like The Washing Machine. I decided to take a break from my poems about death and despair and try something new and lighter.
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I like the “break”, a lot, Susanne – and it still reeks, in a good way 🙂 , of suspense & why! 🙂
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