Day 8 of The 100 Day Poetry Project
Today when I was folding the laundry, this poem started forming. It always amazes me that you can write a poem about any mundane chore than you do repetitively like hanging clothes on the line.
I actually use to help my grandma hang the sheets and clothes on the line and I remember it fondly. When I was on an island in Greece, I was eating lunch outside and I turned my head and saw seafood hanging on a clothesline and it was surprising to me. I've never seen food drying on the line.
This is an excerpt of a first draft.
I think this poem has potential.
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