on hangers of different sizes i place the wet clothes now free of stain..
my task set, i survey the skies praying there'll be no rain...
i'm just a bit worried to leave behind helpless all the white
yet, i can only wish every dust and hurt will fade against the light.
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When we grow older, it becomes imperative to clean the slate which is cluttered the smears of the past, and move on on a clean wicket. Good poem with nearly flawless rhyme scheme.
I like: ' where my heart has always found its fertile ground.' and... I like: 'mind... and dirty garments turn into magical paintings intertwined.' Nice rhyming. Overall I'll rate poem 4; I rarely vote. bri : )
I wonder if 'crumpled card' is a reference to a card game where money bets are made.
Yes it is Bri... it refers to things that have really no more worth to me but i still sacrifice for.. like a kin who continually hurts me.
I rarely think I use symbolism. That is my preference, but I think you make your feeings in general clear: that some tasks are left up to us to perform which may not be welcome or successful.
The poem is not straightforward as I think most of mine are, though they may be GOOFY and LIES sometimes, mostly for humor's sake.
lines 7 & 8 'else'/'bells' nice try for a rhyme, but sometimes I think a non-rhyme works better, esp. if it makes sense in light of the rest of poem.
The metaphors used is mesmerising. I think, it is more apt to say that the entire poem is a metaphor. Loved reading.