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wash on monday
iron on tuesday
bake on wednesday
brew on thursday
churn on friday
mend on saturday
church on sunday
there's something
very moving
about t towels
on a line
flapping like sails
in the breeze
set against the sadness
of the ancient plains
the wind
whistling its whine
through the dry grass
whirling the grey green
of the olive trees
you feel the loneliness
the terrible loneliness
of all who were here before
in this beautiful
yet unsettling place
Very nice, Rallenda. Like the image and movement here.
ReplyDeleteThanks Tonya!
Deleteactually a very moving reflection on t towels....against that landscape...you make the loneliness tangible...a beautiful terrible loneliness...
ReplyDeleteA very insightful response Brian.It feels like that.
DeleteInsightful. Makes me almost swoon when reader taps deeper. Am I weird for commenting on an exchange? Maybe but don't we crave that connection, interaction?
DeleteThat is what poetry is all about.,,making that connection...and yes I'm over the moon when it happens too:) You are not weird, silly...just a delightful poet!
DeleteThere is a fortitude and strength in the people who populated these plains that is truly inspiring. Tough stock.
ReplyDeleteTrue. One becomes very aware of this when you see an original settlers cottage ( before reno) of how basic life was.I don't know how they endured it. There is a sadness about it. Everyone said to pull the house down and build a new one but I am so glad I didn't. There is so much of the past here. I did get rid of the original long drop. Only you will know what that means:)Have a lovely weekend.
ReplyDeleteYeah, you can only take sentiment so far. ;-)
DeleteI like how you prefaced with the daily routine - it really set into sharp relief the loneliness you show later. ~ M
ReplyDeletelove the metaphor of the towels on the line, beautiful indeed. thanks for a great read.
ReplyDeleteI like how you draw attention to the towels and then the landscape. It's quite a scene!
ReplyDeletevery good work on teh contrasts... loved the olive tree stanza... *sigh* so good...
ReplyDelete~Miriam
Very beautiful, this does show the vast distance of the landscapes, how very small and a lone we are as we tread our paths... a very good poem.
ReplyDeleteYou have expressed the loneliness of the daily routines and I like the image of the towels, spirits blowing in the breeze..
ReplyDeleteIt is still quite beautiful. I could almost
ReplyDeletesmell the air and linens.