Well, I like this poem and the cadence of it, but can't quite figure out the meaning. I am getting that your purse broke...but also something deeper is going on, maybe the purse being symbolic of something else?
Prompts combined! Talk about a challenge!Great work on each. I was not sure I didn't even need to know that the words were underlined from the wordle. Without knowing, it affected my read of the poem in an AMAZING way.
I found a couple of themes, not sure why some felt it sad. I think i was at a different place . . . Like waiting, swinging . . . Yet supposed to be ready for Sunday best . . . And some how I goofed, failed or maybe fell . . . but I am not the author . . . She is the one to ask.
somehow looking proper on sunday seems one of the most sad part.. I get the feeling of restrains ...
April 6, 2014 at 2:43 PM
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Powerful piece. Interesting the different interpretations. We all bring our selves to the reading of poetry and I was feeling some sadness and pain. Well wordled.
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The strap did not stop in mid swing.
My thoughts could not suspend
The zip nor the power
Diamond tough
The details of "a lesson"
Broke through the barrier
Tears fell silently
Like a waterfall
While the unit waited
For me to press the pleat
"We must look proper on Sunday."
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads,The Sunday Whirl, and The Mag prompts combined.
Thanks for the challenge.
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Close this window Jump to comment formWhat an honest and powerful write..Sunday best really does mean many things..the most obvious definition rarely so..
April 6, 2014 at 11:04 AM
Great use of words to create the bustle of Sunday morning.
April 6, 2014 at 11:27 AM
pain from the past...this one is sad
April 6, 2014 at 11:39 AM
Sunday best. What a beautiful poem, Gail. :)
Thanks for writing to my prompt. <3
April 6, 2014 at 11:43 AM
Well, I like this poem and the cadence of it, but can't quite figure out the meaning. I am getting that your purse broke...but also something deeper is going on, maybe the purse being symbolic of something else?
April 6, 2014 at 11:51 AM
another reason not to like the church that made that behavior seemingly necessary for a parent.
Very powerful poem.
April 6, 2014 at 12:01 PM
Prompts combined! Talk about a challenge!Great work on each. I was not sure I didn't even need to know that the words were underlined from the wordle. Without knowing, it affected my read of the poem in an AMAZING way.
April 6, 2014 at 1:06 PM
Such a sad poem, wonderful.
Lynne x
April 6, 2014 at 1:10 PM
I found a couple of themes, not sure why some felt it sad. I think i was at a different place . . .
Like waiting, swinging . . .
Yet supposed to be ready for Sunday best . . .
And some how I goofed, failed or maybe fell . . . but
I am not the author . . .
She is the one to ask.
April 6, 2014 at 2:15 PM
somehow looking proper on sunday seems one of the most sad part.. I get the feeling of restrains ...
April 6, 2014 at 2:43 PM
Powerful piece. Interesting the different interpretations. We all bring our selves to the reading of poetry and I was feeling some sadness and pain. Well wordled.
April 6, 2014 at 3:20 PM
This is good, really good on so many levels. When you say we must look our best on Sunday, it implies so much more than the obvious.
April 6, 2014 at 3:33 PM
this a a lovely Sunday poem and well suited to my Sunday meme at Lunch Break, please drop in and link up
have a nice Sunday
much love...
April 6, 2014 at 3:52 PM
Sunday best, indeed! Well done on the collaboration of groups in one post. I take my hat off to those ladies that manage it. I'd be stuffed!
April 6, 2014 at 4:22 PM
A day of rest, a day of pretence, a day of hurt and a day to be remembered. This indeed is a powerful write.
April 6, 2014 at 4:33 PM
We never attended church when I was a child, but I received the "strap" on several occasions...great piece!!
April 6, 2014 at 4:42 PM
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April 6, 2014 at 4:53 PM
You got the words in well, loved the last line.
April 6, 2014 at 5:20 PM
♥
April 6, 2014 at 6:05 PM
proper...well for me that means my jeans dont have too many holes in it...and i take a wet towel to my shoes to get excess dirt off....lol....
April 6, 2014 at 6:50 PM
Bah! to those who make us be anything that is not us naturally. Love your piece! Bah!
April 6, 2014 at 7:12 PM
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April 6, 2014 at 7:12 PM
even on sundays!...it's a place to me to breathe...no pleat allowed....lovely lines..
April 6, 2014 at 9:30 PM
This is sad-
You did an excellent job blending prompts~
April 6, 2014 at 9:49 PM
Sad, so sad!
April 6, 2014 at 11:06 PM
Zen and the art of metaphysical housework !
April 7, 2014 at 5:22 AM
So many layers of meaning here ... your phrasing and word choice have given me three different stories here ... which one to choose?
April 7, 2014 at 8:58 AM
Now I see this glorious image of "Diamond tough" and dust... I like the contradictory dance taking place in my head.
April 7, 2014 at 9:33 AM
Wow, that was tough!!!
April 7, 2014 at 4:45 PM
What is proper? Who is to say?
A poem that made me stop to think..well done.
April 7, 2014 at 8:23 PM
You have such a way of blending words and lines, ending with a finished product.
Ironing a pleat! Awesome surprise.
April 7, 2014 at 9:52 PM
To "look" proper … sigh. The sad thing is that many people are probably fooled by the outward display.
April 7, 2014 at 11:11 PM
Yes, we shall!
April 8, 2014 at 10:31 AM
Loving the irony of that last line.
Well done, Gail.
=)
April 10, 2014 at 10:40 AM
Well done...thanks for including Magpie...
April 10, 2014 at 12:41 PM
I love the way you have put these words together.
April 10, 2014 at 1:57 PM