Seeking The Ultimate Mismatch


My clothes, bunched in a pile

Hiding inside wicker,

A fragile basket

After a cleansing wash

And a bout with tumble dry

Wanting to be rid of all dirt

Smells, and experiences

Of the last week

Or any week’s past


I’m not ready to hang them

In their place

Where plastic hangers

Await to reestablish the norm

Which is my norm

Which is our norm

Hiding in the closet

A constructed confinement



I pick them from the basket

Wrinkled, some of them

Others unaffected.

I pull at a sleeve, or a

Pant leg, the fuzz of a sock

A moment of chaos

Stretching seconds into

The loss of the final choice

Of the daily mix and match


Yet, they are the same

Once placed upon my body

Worn in the same fashion

As the week before

Contact will be made


With the same old smells


Who was I fooling?

Fashion chaos or the ordered closet

Only have finite amounts

Of time……Each…..

to adorn, decorate,

My linear body, with

Cuffs too short for winter

Waste size expanding

Until garage sale or thrift store

Replaces all my norm and chaos

With other versions of closet space

And clothes lines.

Still, I seek to deconstruct

My fashion sense

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24 Responses to Seeking The Ultimate Mismatch

  1. annwjwhite says:

    You have a way of seeing in my hamper. I believe that you have spy glasses or a remote camera. This is refreshing. It’s nice to see someone who can write well about the little things. I’m rather tired of love poems. This is a nice change. Pressed it again!

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  2. Not so much as a hamper in my life-style as my life-style has become somewhat hampered as of late..;)

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  3. annwjwhite says:

    Reblogged this on Ann WJ White and commented:
    This is a writer who writes of reality and has the same style I have. I love this.


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  5. Sally says:

    I’ve spent my whole live searching for the elusive butterfly of happiness. Turns out all I needed was a new, quilted, laundry box! Sally

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  6. Just Joan says:

    My fashion sense is already quite deconstructed, but I loved your poem. I think my mom had that hamper in the picture when I was little, it looks VERY familiar. 🙂


  7. trE says:

    I went everywhere each line took me.

    That’s the power of excellent writing, Elan!

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  8. Kris says:

    Gracious!!! I remember that hamper from somewhere in my life! And the story—


  9. Robyn Haynes says:

    Powerful imagery.


  10. intrudesite says:

    I guess everywhere people live or try to live what is shown in those hampers….Is this the best ?
    Or so we fool ourselves. This poem is nuanced, I see layers deeper than the clothes….. especially the smells of last week , finite number of clothes in a closet ….are the kind of metaphors we grope to find ….this poem shows that fashion is not about elegance….it is about hiding a lack of it….and that makes this a brilliant poem !


  11. fluffandfeathers says:

    My mother had one of those…..the height of fashion for dirty clothes.

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  12. vivachange77 says:

    Your poem matches the goings-on in my closet where my old brown plastic laundry basket lives. I have attempted to bring order out of chaos by hanging my clothes (temporarily at least) according to color.


  13. vjknutson says:

    This photo brought me back to childhood and the hamper that sat at the end of the hall – it all seemed so modern at the time, lol.


  14. heathermoors says:

    I know this is a fun poem, but seriously, are you sure you aren’t talking about the inside of my closet? Haha very relatable.


  15. I just love this, am currently reconstructing my wardrobe, and your poem took me back to my childhood immediately upon seeing the lovely pink wicker basket my ex mother in law had. Excellent imagery.


  16. I wonder what our hampers would say if they could speak? “Hey so how was that little league game? Loottss of dirt stains! Did we win?” Or “There are tears on your shirt sleeves again. I know it hurts that she’s gone but your mom loves you fiercely, even after death.” Wow. The stories it could tell, right? 😉


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  18. Wendy says:

    Great imagery – Love those hampers! I saved someone’s marriage once by advising them to get rid of the ironing basket which had become a major bone of contention between my colleague and her husband. She told me that my simple suggestion – just put the clothes away un-ironed – removed a constant source of argument from their relationship. Hahha – simple but true.. Thanks for sharing this fun poem about life..


  19. Kinda Bexy says:

    Sadly I have no hamper and my wardrobe does not go to Narnia either 😦
    Therefore, you would have seen me yesterday, as I started doing a very Japanese thing with my clothes and intend to carry on with that today:
    1) I laid a sheet out on the floor.
    2) Put most of my clothes on it carefully laid out from red garments on the left to purple on the right (I need to carry on with this today, before I start using the floor as my wardrobe)
    3) Later today I will do that Konmari thing of seeing which ones bring me joy (keepers) and donating the others to charity (even the beloved rags in bags for the charities rag man).
    I tried to sort my clothes out before and failed, so I hope this method works.


  20. M Chaillot says:

    Great writing. The ad for hampers whipped me back to my childhood…


  21. Joyful2bee says:

    I liked this! Fun to read!


  22. Great writing 👍🏼 and thnx for the follow.. It seriously meant a lot 🙂


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