A Bit of Sorrow
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Jeno Csuk
Hanging Out Laundry
In the public domain in the U.S.
a
bit of sorrow
hung
out on the line to dry
conversant
with the language of the wind
both
fleeting
their
conversation
though
muted
fills
the current
with
the colors of leaves
dazzled
by the sun’s long kiss
i
would listen
if
I understood
the
wind’s refrain
but
I know the sorrow
it
was I who pinned it there
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013
posted for Real Toads
Oh, such a beautiful writing. Bittersweet and poignant. I love it!
ReplyDeleteDelicate and wistful. Such a lovely combination of the fluttering garments and the wind, whether sorrowful or not.
ReplyDeleteOoh! This is lovely. On who understands the sorrow of the wind...
ReplyDeleteI like this one; it has a very Wilburesque (Love Calls Us To The Things Of This World) feel.
ReplyDeleteoh Audrey... so beautifully haunting.
ReplyDeleteInteresting mix of metaphor. Sharing your sorrow with the wind is a cool concept. Your poem has also helped me to imagine it opposite to [if I may play]:
ReplyDeleteA bit of joy
hung to share with the wind
....
both fleeting and full!
Yes! That would work as well!
DeleteReally an excellent response to the prompt, and an excellent poem on its own ground. Especially enjoyed the closing stanza.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteBeautiful, Audrey, a perfect gem of a poem.
ReplyDeleteK
very nice audrey...i like the use of wash hung out in this as the metaphor...i like the smell of the wind and spring in the sheets...smiles...that last stanza in particular brings the feeling for me...
ReplyDeleteWhat gorgeous work! I adore this.
ReplyDeleteOh how lovely! This is honed to perfection.
ReplyDeletewow.. such beautiful, fragile melancholy.
ReplyDeleteI like how you you drew all of your images and ideas together. Poems need endings. Well crafted!
ReplyDeleteSo very lovely Audrey. Enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteOh so wonderful and such beautiful words. I loved it and now look forward to many more.
ReplyDeleteTake care
Eddy.
I call that sweet melancholy, Audrey! I remember my mother talking to neighbors while they hung their laundry on the line...great memories, the sign of great writing.
ReplyDeleteAwesome, awesome words and lovely imagery. A bit of sorrow...a feeling with which all of us are familiar. :)
ReplyDeleteFabulous - the final stanza especially so.
ReplyDeleteI love this! Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteA nostalgic feel here...
ReplyDeleteI love this whole metaphor. It is a beauty of a poem with an amazing beginning and end!
ReplyDeleteI always enjoy reading your words
ReplyDeleteOh Neva--so good to see you!! Thank you!
Deletevery nice....
ReplyDeleteYour poetry speaks to me. I have to read and reread.
ReplyDeleteLove it! Many people find themselves sad yet do not see they are the ones who put their own selves there... Love the lines!
ReplyDeleteI really love this, so sorrowful and wistful, and the ending is just perfect.
ReplyDeleteLove each and every line of this poem, beautiful!
ReplyDeletefits this picture so well
ReplyDeleteJust wanted to say that I stop in often, anxious for a wonderful new poem. :) Thank you, too, for your sweet comments over at my blog - always. ;)
ReplyDeleteYou have an inspiring blog Audrey. Looking forward to read more :)
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