Sunday, September 1, 2013

Washing Day Reverie



Wet washing hung out

I close my eyes then open them

Breathing in the sun

 

Lost in reverie

Some feathery clouds overhead

The drying shirts sway

 

A hole in my heart          

Where your arrows have shot me

My cheek wet with tears

 

They have oiled my grief

My mind is scarlet with pain

O fly inky doubts

 

I will live again

And my flames of grief will

Turn to sparks of joy

20 comments:

  1. A lovely haiku sequence

    Joy fills the bubbles
    Blown from soapy laughter of
    Wash day frivalry

    Much love

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  2. it takes some time, but the turn does happen

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  3. A lovely description of a moment we all experience.

    Okay, maybe sociopaths don't experience it, but all the rest of us...

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  4. Lost in reverie!! Contemplating and dreaming is life's unending stream and the awakening to positive thoughts in the end silences the sadness away!! Cheers!!

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  5. I enjoyed the visual of the laundry drying on the line, Old Egg. Nicely written.

    Pamela

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  6. very nice. I hope there are happier days ahead for them.

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  7. O fly inky doubts.... most definitely! I love the hope at the end of this piece, OE. Nicely done.

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  8. A very deeply felt poem. Lovely.

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  9. Quite gorgeous. I can see this day and feel the pain.

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  10. Laundry day for you too, I see!

    I like the speaker's determination at the end: "I will live again." Amen!

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  11. Like the drying clothes, we are pinned to our journey. Like the uplift at the end.

    Elizabeth

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  12. Oh I love poems about mundane things like the laundry... poems that are also about something else! And the first three lines(especially) stand alone as a haiku! :)

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  13. The progression of this poem from beginning to middle to end is a lovely read. Write on!

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  14. Love your haiku style poem, wise use of words, like the visual of 'My mind is scarlet with pain', and happy with your last stanza/haiku, sounded with hope. Great!

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  15. I love the use of laundry, of shirts and then the image of holes where arrow have pierced him. Good one!

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  16. Burn baby, burn! This piece smouldered with incendiary heat, oldegg! Thanks for sharing it.

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  17. Broken heart hung with the washing. Both taking a beating from the sun. And yet there is always hope.

    Thank you for your visit to my wordle story verse. I guess I find it east to use the words. I let the list direct were the story goes.

    ~Jules

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    1. That was supposed to be easy not 'east' but my fingers tripped. :)

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  18. Really enjoyed this, especially the turn at the end.

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