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The Clothes-Line
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Crowned Poem, English Poetry |
You sit and drink your morning cup of tea
Over-looking a clothes-line
Where memories hang out to dry
And it drips and drops
And get seeped into the soil…
Bits and pieces of your thoughts
Never to resurface again.
Are you glad you have no memory now to nurture?
Are you glad your clothes are getting dry?
beautiful. Liked immensely.
What a fantastically pleasing analogy !!
Loved this one has a very deep effect, good wirite keep it up 🙂
tx shalu… more coming up soon
Where memories hang out to dry..
thought n narration merged well..immense
Hi Priyal… thank u for taking the time out to read it… and comment 🙂
boss great……………all stars for you
Hi Ulhas – thank you for posting 🙂
Anirban,
a good piece. I love the everydayness of the imagery to convey the deep introspection.
This took me back a long way. Thank you for that and the last lines.
They fit the poem only better than they fit those long ago days.
“Are you glad you have no memory now to nurture? – YES!
Are you glad your clothes are getting dry?” – YES!
deep- well written
lovely….stream of well dipped words!welcome2 p4p.
hi purabi – thank you so much for taking the time out to read & comment…
A good poem with deep meaning.
@medhini, thank u so much
@renu rakheja, tx for dropping by 🙂
@Gion Gion, i am glad you liked the piece… but it’s kinda scary when you realize that you are running out of memory – and that you cant remember – is it good or bad? subjective i guess… it’s as if one has Alzheimer – but has his memories been so bad that he is now glad that he is forgetting them OR so good that he is scared to lose his only identity and his life – his memory…
@Vishvnand, everyday life has so many analogies to offer – all we need to do is see it in the rite perspective i guess… or as many difft perspectives 🙂