Best Clothesline Poems

What softness in silence amidst the cacophony of a spin cycle world war.
Lying next to your glow in sleep's stillness, careful of your bandaged hand.
Watching your breath enter and leave, the rise and fall of such loveliness.,
reminded of our miracle wings as they unfolded in...

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When spring arrived, my mother dear
hung things on the clothesline.
The bed sheets were a spotless white.
She loved to see those shine!

Dried in the sun, they nearly gleamed
and also waving there
in April’s breeze, on full display-
our old bleached underwear!


#3 : Clothesline
for the LET ME FEEL YOUR...

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The house where I grew up
Came with a clothesline in the back,
A dryer being something that
Most homes those days did lack.

I learned to hang the towels,
Overlapping just a bit,
Since by doing so, more laundry
On the line would get to fit.

I visualize my mom,
With wooden clothespins...

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I pegged them out on my clothes line,
   Like puppets on a string.
   Those baggy pants fit for a clown,
   Such laughter they did bring.

   That claret shirt, high as a kite,
   And three sheets...

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Two metal T's with wire line in-between
a place to hang washed clothes that you cleaned
Wooden clothespin to pinch and hold
even unmentionables to the world you showed
The sunny sun and warm wind
would in no time dry all of them
Sheets and shirts smelled like spring
fresh and bright...

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I’m sure my mother’s punishing
The clothes that she hangs there
I don’t know the crime they commit
But I can’t help but stare 

At clothes flapping in the warm wind
Treacherously secure
To a wire stretched thin from two poles
For some purpose impure

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Aha! At last! I've found the thing
That understands my suffering
A place of freedom from those I love
And the tyranny of the One above

It doesn't look like much, you say?
Well then, look again, I pray!
Have you ever seen more el'gant wood?
I doubt you have, for no...

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At the end of another summer day
Rainbow of deflated asses crotches and breasts strung along our deck railing
Flail like a Tibetan prayer flag
Under the smoky umbrella of burgers and brats
Grilling for dinner

Souls adrift from their left behind soaked skin
The sleeves and pantlegs re-begin

Arms and legs...

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Window viewing a wall
knows no world other than
brick square against nothing;
laundry blows in the yellow
tinged wind. Flaps mimic
birds flying. Bras trapped by 
wooden pins, splintering. Grey 
points piercing smoldering
dust and fiber on its way
to the refuse below. A push 
from an unseen hot whisper
of foul...

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The one who has been cleansed and purified
Is like a washed dress now sans grime and dirt;
Yet it has been stained once again inside,
As the smudge of wrong shows no joy and mirth;
Because the cord used is not firmly tied,
The garment falls down on this...

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wind dry
in the sun
clothesline magic
pinned in happy delight
fresh smell

wet blouse
waves gaily
clothesline magic
brave flipping and flopping
wind blown

denium
Heavy jeans
extra pinning
bogging down the wire
bending

clothes line
nostalgia
backyard neighbor
moms pinning together
60’s...

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our extended clothes
         so many stories hanging
           on  clothesline of life...

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cobweb clothesline
sock flapping in wind—
red oak leaf

11/7/2021...

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Wind
sends out
a clever 
breeze, who finds us
at our schoolwork, near Mother's hanging wash

Snapping back the corners of clean white sheets,
it tumbles off
to tell her
what we
know...

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she admitted to being a moron
                                 only when it came to her
 ...

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