another little sign

a kitchen rag, neglected, stiff,
dry as dust, hangs from a rusty
nail in the laundry room

because they forget to remove
it, it has become a part of the
landscape of their lives

this has her mother worried

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About caliroe

playing in the mediums of poetry, photography, art and life. practicing the discipline of zen.

Posted on March 18, 2014, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Beautifully descriptive yet stark! Almost like an extended haiku. I can see, smell, and feel the dry rag. And you phrase, “the landscape of their lives” is simply elegant. Very impressive, Laegan! More! More! *g*

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    • So kind and encouraging, Ron!
      Your words lifted my weary spirit…
      words, words, aren’t they powerful
      ;~)

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    • *g* Powerful, yes! But the “you” in my comment looks WORLDS better as
      “your”! Don’t you just hate typos! 🙂 And, to underscore, your poem IS golden!

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