Washing Machine of Life

Washing Machine of Life

Throw it in,

The grime of the day

And week

And stains

From yester-year.

It’s still there, after all.

In one day,

A funeral

Can turn up

Hurts from yester-year:

Those we once loved

And moved on

Or have we?

All while

A call

To the NRMA

Is placed to fix

That bloody car

Again

Comes the memories

Of good times,

Failures and hurts,

Near

And years back.

The wanting

To reconnect

Yet disconnect

In the same motion.

All this is thrown in

And spins

Round and round

And round

The agitation

At the centre of life.

The emotions bubble

Up and churning

In the foamy flow,

As you

Spin

Around

And are

Wrung,

Finally coming to

Rest.

Waiting to be

Hung out to dry.

Washed out

And limp

And left

To the elements.

Simon C.J. Falk                       19 June 2015

In our lives we can return to things, places and people.  The baggage can revisit us new experiences are added to the mix.  The verse above captures something of that.

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