Clothesline

at the clothesline
is hung the fun of
the whole family
when heaven affords
a blessing -a breeze -
the clothesline leads the way
for the whole family to
strut, boggie

sister's lace shawl
goes up in a straight line
turns hand of wind
flutters up, down
a choreographer
showing the way to
swing the hands,
legs and a well
endowed physique

brother's new jeans
well, like him refuses
to go unnoticed
- though pegged - as
is mom controlled
-left, right, right, left
the leggy pant turns
one leg ultimately gets
stucked to the line
if only they have taken
off the tackit (the pant) would
have flown right next door,
into the heart of his fancied girl

dad's tie does a non stop flight,
like his inspired mind
never at a moment, stops

working mom's long skirt, it swings
in the most gracious fashion as if
it owns the whole field
and the bras, wow, do they look obscene?
not at all, innocently, they fly a ballet dancer's
frilly skirt twirls

granny too joins in the fiesta
of colours, shape and style
her blouse with its heavy
pads maintains an edge like her
firm, strong and unperturbed
by the thermal circus going around her

john tiong chunghoo

Manonton Dalan (8/23/2008 3:04:00 PM) i could see the ballet on the clotheline i wonder when typhoon comes. i probobly could see you running for rescue... beautiful(maganda)
Anna Russell (11/21/2006 7:21:00 AM) A very enjoyable read and a great idea for a poem. It's funny the things that inspire us :) Hugs Anna xxx
Sandra Fowler (11/21/2006 7:05:00 AM) What a charming and winsome piece. Praise for your rich imagination. I used to think poems while I was engaged in hanging out clothes. It was a good experience. Thank you for reminding me of this. Warm regards, Sandra