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
A lovely haiku sequence
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Blown from soapy laughter of
Wash day frivalry
Much love
it takes some time, but the turn does happen
ReplyDeleteA lovely description of a moment we all experience.
ReplyDeleteOkay, maybe sociopaths don't experience it, but all the rest of us...
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!!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the visual of the laundry drying on the line, Old Egg. Nicely written.
ReplyDeletePamela
very nice. I hope there are happier days ahead for them.
ReplyDeleteO fly inky doubts.... most definitely! I love the hope at the end of this piece, OE. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteA very deeply felt poem. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteQuite gorgeous. I can see this day and feel the pain.
ReplyDeleteLaundry day for you too, I see!
ReplyDeleteI like the speaker's determination at the end: "I will live again." Amen!
Like the drying clothes, we are pinned to our journey. Like the uplift at the end.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
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! :)
ReplyDeleteThe progression of this poem from beginning to middle to end is a lovely read. Write on!
ReplyDeleteLovely flow of words and images.
ReplyDeleteLove 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!
ReplyDeleteI love the use of laundry, of shirts and then the image of holes where arrow have pierced him. Good one!
ReplyDeleteBurn baby, burn! This piece smouldered with incendiary heat, oldegg! Thanks for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteBroken heart hung with the washing. Both taking a beating from the sun. And yet there is always hope.
ReplyDeleteThank 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
That was supposed to be easy not 'east' but my fingers tripped. :)
DeleteReally enjoyed this, especially the turn at the end.
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