Bliss
One of life's simple pleasures
is the smell of butterflies and clover,
of sunshine after spring showers -
of capturing the day with a clothespin
and wrapping oneself up with it for the night.
by Margaret Bednar, April 27, 2014
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Play it Again #4". I chose the "Artistic Interpretations - Maria Wulf's Visual Poetry" challenge posted on November 1, 2013.
My mother hangs everything on the clothes line and this smell always transports me back to my childhood. I used to be horribly embarrassed as a teenager - I had not a few high school friends snicker at my teeny tiny bras…
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9 comments:
you showed those snickering friends - with six kids!
the line reminds me of my grandmother, who dried everything. her gas dryer was good as a table ~
all the words are wrapped with warmth and comfort....
I so loved Maria's video artworks, Margaret and was thrilled to see them featured again. Your poem contains the nostalgia of comforters on the wash-line. I especially love the final couplet.
(P.S. I still dry my washing on a line in the sun, so grandmothers and I have that in common!)
Loved:)
the smell of fresh air and sunshine! greatness!
This one is comfy, cuddly and sweet! Reminding me of all the clothes my mother and grandmother hung out to dry in the breeze ...
smiling at your words.
I know just what you mean about that wonderful smell, Margaret. Truly, there is nothing quite like it.
This poem is beautiful.
I wish I can dry my clothes this way but weather doesn't it allow ~ Lovely blissful words ~
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