A sonnet tasting of you
I add a piquant memory.
A child’s indigo shadow
your delicate mind
my sly smile
Tags: language, memoryfic, poems and wordplay, prompts, verse libre
Hey Stella! Nice to see you posting your writing! I really love #2! It conjured up memoriesof when I was young and would run around the back yard at Grandma’s house. If she had sheets drying on the line I would run between them…..to my young mind it was like being between worlds (my world and the grown-up world) in a place all my own, safe, cozy and free.
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I remember being in the sheets too.But that image- looking at a child myself- is only in my mind, I haven’t seen laundry drying on a line in years and years!
It’s another thing our kids are missing out on.
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I used to really enjoy the clean scent from drying clothes on a line outdoors….ah, the good old days!! I wonder what our kids will have fond memories of…their first IPod? That new CD smell? their first email address? My, my, my…. times have changed way too fast in just 30 years!
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