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:
and that may be enough to get her through this life...the simple wisdom...
Definitely comfortable in her own skin! thanks :)
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
This is a wonderful piece, and the last line is golden!
You've changed your header ... I like it! Poetry perfect as always.
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!
I don't know if I would like to actually know "everything." (LOL?)
I'm delighted I came by this evening to read this one. It's beautiful as is the picture that inspired you.
Evocative and lovely...I know those moon cycles...
This is gorgeous!
Intuitive. Instinctive. She knows the important things.
Blessings and Bear hugs!
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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
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.
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