February 1, 2004

Another Load

A Clothesfall down the steps.
Ride those sleeves and socks.
The fast way.
Don't let the little ones get away.

A groan and a grunt,
And then the monster rises.
Your head is eaten.
Drop him down.
Cut apart--
The white intestines, blood, and colorful scales.

Add white with a flick.
Wait on the wooshing
Smile at the buzzer.

Add a softy.
And then more clicks.
Long heated moments.

For best results,
Promptly remove.
And fold.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at February 1, 2004 9:20 PM

Another very enjoyable poem, Amanda. I wonder if the title gives away too much -- if you keep the reader guessing until the final line, then all the other pieces will fall into place.

And yes, you can tell our "Seminar in Thinking and Writing" students that I'm complaining because the title you wrote is *too* specific and informative! ;)

Posted by: Dennis G. Jerz at February 2, 2004 12:34 AM

Sorry about the title. Though, I do think I give away the entire thing in all of the stanzas. Maybe next time I will draft and appease Nielsen before I post :-) AND--for the lit professors at-large (hehe) I will attempt to be jeune fille mystérieux.

I was reading up on poetry for Tuesday's lit class and felt inspired to write about something I really know...the laundry. I enjoyed making a monster out of the huge stacks I carry.

Posted by: Amanda at February 2, 2004 9:06 AM

I did a switcheroo. What do you think?

Posted by: Amanda at February 2, 2004 9:26 AM

Laundry, lifes pain. Wouldn't it just be fabulous if your clothes magically came clean without all the hassel of dragging it to the laundry room (or where ever it is you do your laundry)? I just spent a good bulk of my weekend fighting my family's large washing machine because it kept eating my clothes...ARG! Tell me I'm not along please....

Posted by: Tiffany at February 2, 2004 8:08 PM

Just remembered a key chain my friend gave me upon entering college...My only domestic quality is that I live in a house. Should show you how much I hate doing this kind of everyday house work stuff.

BTW.....excellent poem Amanda!

Posted by: Tiffany at February 2, 2004 8:09 PM

"jeune fille mystérieux"

You're breaking into French... I'm so proud. I mean, je suis tres fiere. Nous allons parler demain dans notre class de la litterature, bien sur!

Oh, nice poem, too ;) I always enjoy your creative spoutings.

Posted by: Karissa at February 2, 2004 10:25 PM

Popcorn is so exciting, next time I eat a bag I'll think of you. Always...(insert loving grin)

Posted by: Puff at February 2, 2004 10:25 PM

(Insert loving grin and girlish giggle loud enough for my mom to wonder what the heck I am doing)

Posted by: Amanda at February 3, 2004 12:38 AM

I swear, I didn't know my popcorn lunch would cause such a stir :-D

Posted by: Amanda at February 3, 2004 7:35 AM

I hate to interrupt all this flirting to talk about something completely unrelated like poetry, but yes, Amanda, the title is a bit more mysterious now.

Although I must say "Buttery Laundry" is also pretty good...

Posted by: Dennis G. Jerz at February 3, 2004 4:59 PM

Haven't you heard of guys trying to pick girls up at the laundromat? :-) This was just the online version of that interaction.

Thank you for the title input, Dr. Jerz. I will consider all titles mentioned; but as it stands, I will not succumb to the male lure of poetic, flirtatious flattery, especially when the new title combines butter and laundry. Come on... :-p Well--maybe I could add a stanza devoted to OxyClean and the efforts of the speaker to relieve the encumbered clothing from their oppressive buttery popcorn stains. (Wordy enough for ya?)

I did not intend the poem to be about popcorn, but some of Puff's points on his blog about my poem are valid. My comment about having popcorn for lunch is an entirely different subject, a great miscommunication, but I will save that for another day.

Posted by: Amanda at February 3, 2004 10:48 PM
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