Friday, July 5, 2013

Friday Flash 55 & Mag 175 — Late in the day


Late in the day she heaves

a bulging bundle atop

her head, dry grasses pulling

at her scarf, tickling her scalp—

the only massage she'll ever feel.

What does she know?

Everything

about the length of days, her moon

cycles, predictable seasons, and

sensual gusts teasing inside thin cotton

skirting the depth of her dreams.



Written for Friday Flash 55 - My post in exactly 55 words - for the G-Man.
    -ALSO-
Written for The Mag: Mag 175 that inspired with the above image prompt
(photograph by Musin Yohan).

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14 comments:

Brian Miller said...

and that may be enough to get her through this life...the simple wisdom...

izzy said...

Definitely comfortable in her own skin! thanks :)

G-Man said...

Some folks just have a special gift don't they?
Sort of like you and writing..:-)
Loved your heartfelt 55 Lydia
Thanks for playing, and I'd just like you to know that I really appreciate the very kind words that you leave on my post every week. You ACTUALLY read my 55's!
Have a Kick Ass Week-End

Other Mary said...

This is a wonderful piece, and the last line is golden!

Helen said...

You've changed your header ... I like it! Poetry perfect as always.

Kathe W. said...

this is exquisite- you have captured this image so perfectly.

I also like the Google+ disclaimer you have put on your comment link- I am copying this as I feel the same! Cheers!

Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

I don't know if I would like to actually know "everything." (LOL?)

susan said...

I'm delighted I came by this evening to read this one. It's beautiful as is the picture that inspired you.

Tess Kincaid said...

Evocative and lovely...I know those moon cycles...

Mama Zen said...

This is gorgeous!

Rob-bear said...

Intuitive. Instinctive. She knows the important things.

Blessings and Bear hugs!
Bears Noting
Life in the Urban Forest (poetry)

Kutamun said...

I saw some Indian women carrying wood on their heads when i went threw Kerala, my heart went out to them, but perhaps their souls were soaring as you suggest and i am the one in need if liberation, in my gillded cage ... Cheers Lydia, well done

Lydia said...

Everyone ~ These comments were so wonderful and truly appreciated. I apologize for not answering them. My month of July became a month of little blogging, not planned that way but I went with the flow. I missed you all.

Many thanks for the beauty you leave here for me.

Irish said...

Cool!

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