Oh.....sad and poignant, Teresa. Christina Rossetti sad..........
Thank you so much, Tony ...
Dion, belmonts and bellbottoms pressed into the same memory. Good. I like the poem.
I'm glad, Geo. Thank you.
That was a dramatic time, if joy and heartbreak, and change... and youth.
Yes, it was tumultuous, even for this small town girl.
Packed full of images, emotions, and reality. Splendid capture of a raucous era.
Thank you, Bill. A vivid memory.
Thank you for your poems and the lovely selection of photographs that accompanies them, it is always a pleasure to drop by to look and read. I was just thinking what a special and wonderful skill it is to write the way you do with just enough there to trigger thoughts, images, and emotions in the reader, and not to kill that by saying too much or by using words that don't "resonate". " leaning into the ironing boardand my yellow flowered bell bottoms"I can hear the iron hissing, and smell the hot fabric!Wishing you all the very best for 2015
Writing micropoetry has been a wonderful lesson on winnowing and finding the heart of an idea. I enjoy it immensely. That is a very distinctive sound and odor isn't it? Thank you so much for your very thoughtful comment. The very best to you in 2015, as well. :)
When I read this I pictured your mother ironing, and it connected strongly with my memory of my mother doing the same. I still think of her when I iron. I love what Peter said about the sound and smell. I have really enjoyed your micropoetry and images this year. Thanks for developing this new art form.
My mother taught me to iron on that back porch, starting with my father's handkerchiefs. There is a very distinctive scent to it ... a scent I love.Thank you for the kind words of encouragement, Nancy, they are very much appreciated. Happy New Year to you and your family!
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