spring wind
the way his shirt dances
on the clothesline
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5 comments:
I love your haiku 'your' way!
A wonderful visual and your word setup made prompted me right to a beautiful day and the SMELL of a clean clothesline dried shirt!
This is wonderful. I can so picture this. Very clever my friend. I can hear the symphony in the back ground as it dances on the line :)
This is exactly it You got it!
Too bad people don't hang their laundry out anymore.
It feels great to pull them off the line.:)
Mmmmmmmm ... I love the smell of laundry fresh off the line. It is as crisp and fresh and your excellent poem.
allison - well, haiku is one thing i do well :)
and i'm glad this one worked in setting the scene
thom - i am pleased that you liked this one. thank you, my friend :)
lady - glad it set the scene right for you. i loved the smell of laundry dried outside but can't do it where i live now (small flat)
quilly - ah yes, me too although it is more or less just a memory from the days gone by. a city flat is not a place to do that anymore, not to mention the messed up climate
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