we didn’t speak
after comfort failed
and I thought about
bits of yellow paper
found in the dryer—
words washed away
floating through pipes
and the sunset caught
in this empty glass.
*46/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.
**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic
Very nice.
Thank you!
I lost a few poems that way.
At first I was saddened by losing something to such an ephemeral process.
Later, I began to realize that there was a beauty in it.
And laughed.
Thank you for the reminder. 💙
I’ve done the same. Sometimes we just needed to let that one go.
Lovely words and photo, Bridgette. ❤️☺️
Thank you so much, John!
You betcha, Bridgette!
I’m not sure of the personal meaning to this poem, but I love it very much. And I really like the photo that goes with it.
The photo is from a recent photo shoot I did at the beach and I’m so glad you love this poem. It was spurred by my inability to help my grown kids sometimes, feeling like my words just aren’t enough to combat all the forces of the world that seem so hard to overcome when you are just starting out.
I’m glad I reread it. I love that bits of paper in the dryer line.
Routine yet so Deep
Thank you 🙂
Bridgette. The photo is very captivating, the thought of words washing away taking away the hatred in an ideal world would be good thing as long as it left good memories behind, very nice 😊 regards to all
For sure! Could you imagine? We could certainly use to wash away some hatred these days. Thank you for the kind comment. The photo is from a shoot I did of friends a few weeks ago.