steamy bowl of soup
the server forgot my spoon
in my hands i slurp
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ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)
~ American feminist living in Sweden ~ SHE/HER
Admin. Vocal Social Society
Find me: @andreapolla63.bsky.social
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Housekeeping
Reading glasses swinging back and forth, dangling from a drug store string slung around my neck I said, to myself of course, I never want to wear this kind of thing. But now I do, sometimes. I like the idea of relaxing, being a comfortable woman of the home, swinging open the door in a batik housedress, casually welcoming someone in, pets or as the French say, animals for company, something like that. As if pets had no other reason to be. Years of watching women folding, unfolding, refolding socks, sheets, dinner napkins, a lot happens in those moments of freshly laundered piles heaped onto the sofa, better the dining room table as long as it’s clean of course. My grandparents hung it all out in the sun, flopping away without a care, ironing sheets was necessary. When my paternal grandmother died, the very night she passed over the clothesline, into the black heavens sprinkled with sequins of silver, she came to me in a dream. I stood at a table folding clothes, I became aware that there was someone next to me folding as well. I first recognized her hands, red and wrinklie, with age spots. “Nanny?” I didn’t look toward her; she said in her most comforting southern way, “Don’t be afraid.” Then I turned toward the left looking up, up, up, and there she was all in white, a long crisp gown, fresh and smiling. “I love you.” She’d spoke. Then she was gone.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
Comments (12)
Short and sweet!
lol, Nice one, Rock! Thought I was subscribed...am now!
Superb!!! Love your Haiku!!!💕❤️❤️
Haha. Too hungry to wait.
Hahahahahahahhaa this was so funnyyyyyy! Loved your Haiku!
This is a hilarious image. =D I love all the alliteration too.
lol this gave me a chuckle, great challenge entry
Fantastic haiku!
Been there! Perfect words in this Haiku to bring me right back to that moment.
Perfectly described and what is happening in real time in the Pho restaurants atriums here, I love slurping Miso!
So few words yet I was immediately in the scene :) Now I want some soup! It’s rainy and cool here today.
I really loved this. Gave me both a very vivid image and a chuckle.